In the wasteland of gibberish, winds burn
with intrepid ambiguity
working with the insolent sun to turn
tides on conformance.
Monstrous waves of compliance
hit hard on the walls of creativity
using it’s longevity to erode
the spirit in cement.
Expectation is floundered
in it’s perilous voyage
as the sun bursts with individuality,
leaving caution to drown and lie
on the ocean bed.
Dead.
And shining bright
a sky littered with stars
for all the world to see
whilst budding enthusiasm
plants roots in the long forgotten
soils.
Ready to feed.