On the swampy pavement, I walk
Past the yellow pages, scattered
Amongst the plastics and few pleasantries
Like my dreams that fail to fly
And the squib passion I always deny
Until
Winds whisper while thoughts conspire
To fill my canvas with smiles
Of love, and a few timely lies
Delighted, I dance, I cry
And a smile escapes by
Thoughts thus waft on a bottomless bed
Of ruined feathers, a few dusty deadlines
And I smile, unmindful of weeping tentacles
Weaving happiness onto pricks of reality
I infect a smile, and let it spread by
