My poetry appears dull,look closely and see the whole,
a message inside could there be,or just a thought for you to see,
Just a riddle for you to fiddle,or maybe a thought for you to twiddle,
Who knows but me,what all will see,maybe a twist inside this,
or just a miss of a wish to genlty switch,
to something new, and bright and blue,
A new years happiness soon to close.
Is this all just a wish of mine,
to see brains twitch,at the thought of a touch,
a touch of color and newness bold,
or just the smell of the familiar old.
What you know,is not all you really know,
let your imagination grow,
let it ponder, let is shift,let it make a strange new gift,
the future it may hold,if only given the chance to go,
so many places you wish know.
Only what you truly seek,will uncover itself,
gentle and weak,
beyond the shadows of a doubt,
a new dream comes out to sprout,
another newness of great delight.
Although you may not care to let yourself stare,
far off into the distance,is where you're at this instance,
because you are attempting to figure out,
exactly what this poem is about.
Your imagination is pondering,
and wandering,
it is wondering,
if I am insane,
or just the same lame thing you see everyday,
is running through my brain.