You can run, but you can’t Hyde
That role was already played, I must confide
We hide behind the guise of many ideas/roles
They cloak us as our wardrobe doles
Power suits of armor to do business battle in
Knowledgeable suits of education & discipline
The long-sleeved painter reaching
Athletes stretching beyond, breaching
Always trying on so many different cloaks
Since we can’t stick to one we were born
I’ll dream on this and develop in the morn…
Good morning, sunshine, my love
Can you feel the soft rays of the sun?
The jackal is playfully hunting again
While the grapefruits taste sweet under their skin
The gentle rain mists wet on your face
As it feeds the somber, dry grass…Taste!
The cool sea breeze awakens your soul
While the gritty sand exfoliates sole
Somewhere, pretty white snow details
The trees, and the icicles are entrails
Accompaniment in great measure is my pleasure. An orchestra feeds!