From The Madness

Cast aside the motor cars

The blur as they speed by-

Ignore the flying engine birds

The jolt dropped in the sky-

Cut off the desire

To look in every direction-

Come back and focus on this perception-

Right in front are leaves of sunshine

Points of brown on every tip-

Spots of scattered red

Hanging in mid drip-

The soft and hidden boards

Of that house barely seen-

The secret door and broken window

Where an outline once would lean-

Among the brush a restful place

Basted in memories-

From the chaos look and see

How lovely life could really be-

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