3rd Eye: Mood

Im in a mood to dance under clouds and beg for rain. Im in the mood to write bad poetry and assault people with it outside clubs and bars in the redlight zone of the central city.
Im in the mood to count the number of times the newsreader says death and casulties during the evening news. Im in the mood to ask the wrong questions, seek the answers where truth dares not go.

Going to run through cold dark streets, bark at dogs and hiss at cats, make sounds that are new, breathe air that is old and shared, listen to the thoughts of people in their beds, carress their dreams, burn my eyes with streetlight glow, go somewhere new, leave something behind and take all I have along for the ride.

Skim stones over moonlit lakes, take stock and make up numbers that fit, like words to a never hummed tune, balance on grass tips and reach for velvet skies, make up a new language and move the stones so they can have a different view.

I'll come back. With stories and adventures to make with that bright eyed kid who will spin you a tale you can wear, walk out the door and be there, on the moon with bread, butter and a big knife cos the cheese is waiting up there. With treasure to be found and monsters to defeat, lands to discover and maps to be drawn and heroes to be made, home in time for tea and the audience of mothers arms.

Laugh at hope, cry with fear, and wake up inside yourself when night goes to day and the walls are still high and the path is still ahead and the dreams are just memories. Leaves you wondering why the sheets are huddled and the blankets have moved away. The time has passed the mood is gone, only I am left slowly walking on.

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