day wanders in warm and loud
wild and westward light claws open
skies unmarred new and mint
All abuzz with life and lifeless scurry
obsessive and comatose in hurry.
System and solo souls awake arise
ever old dreams caught hold new
Yet somewhere some set only to sleep
fall from mad insight now humble
lost of passion even eternal hope
deprived in their shattering tumble
Lost to themselves yesterday or tomorrow
There is only joy or sorrow
A poem in the sonnet "Form" if you will. I am taking and breaking rhyme. Not sure why i was trying for something western or country and hopeful or happy i guess what is going on clouds.