Music Of The Spheres

You fight the need to run amok,
a frenzied, unvoiced cry to free the
fettered spirits’ chains, flee the stifling
and mundane inanities unending.

So move then with the music of the
Spheres, converse in voices of the
Universe, be at ease and easy in yourself
but harsh in fielding Earthly choices.

Fly on poet’s wings secure, soar where
others dance with dread, deplore the
hapless, insecure, inconsequent, the
dead and broken thoughts bedevilling.

Fly free, be strong – rejoice, take care
and bend the rules declaring servitude,
have a holiday each day, don’t go to
school, rebel, yell out your joyous choices.

When you prepare to land beware, you’ll
find the harsh realities regain the upper
hand, the rules pertaining to the task are
bare of comfort, signs always misleading.

Its there you’ll likely come unstuck.
© I.D. Carswell