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easily grimM ......... 1Nov04
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2004 who is to say?
who is to say?
P.L. Travers---
help me out
whisk me away
to Fairy tale land
where nothing is
what it seems
i want my
indecisiveness
to be commonplace
where nothing is
as it seems
one must tread lightly
unaware of what is
lurking, leaping, traipsing...
flitting through forests
you can tell
the difference
between a sunset
and a sunrise
one brings sadness
the latter---
anticipation
but who is to say?
who is to say?
is it always to be
exactly that way?
can't we for twice
anticipate the witching hours?
the energy
in the too-still-to-sit-still air
swooping, a voice
what speaks to me so?
all i decipher
is get up and go
go and explore
strange new lands
seek treasures and secrets
to grasp in your hands
running, fleeing
it's all the same
i don't know where i'm going
waiting for that intervention
Pamela, how long
can i go
without someone grimm
to alter my path?
isn't there a law?
where are they now?
save from this reality
bring on the dancing cow
those cows, we know
the ones looking so dumb
are not at all
and they chew
ever so slow
cos they're pondering life
in ways you'd never imagined
so wise, don't you know?
they shall dance
when you cease to look
and they know, oh they know
that the sole thing left to do
is jump over the moon
philosophy and such
is all right by me
make sure you're seeking, though
instead of substitution
read of great feats
but experience 'em too
after all, won't they,
my dear---
seek you out sooner,
not later?
Fairy tale plots and the like,
i believe,
are not romanticized a bit
if anything they are toned down---
a great deal---
if they were not,
how ever could they fit?
on mere tablets of stone,
in slim pages of books,
on the tip of one's tongue...
be sure to not miss
the times that await
do not sit and wait
arise now, and go
your life now can change,
become easily grimm
but
am i to say?
who is to say?
who is to say?
maybe it already is.
