lonelythinker

Thinker
Concrete aspirations wade below,
in an ocean of dreamscapes,
plausible only to fourth dimensional,
compacting ten days within an hour,
coincide particular waysides,
photograph certain ridges,
caution is paramount as the pose is predictable,
he is alone,
guarding the ladder till dawn,
he is alone,
pondering the next phase,
pressing pause in an abrupt fashion,
kneeling to the point of demanded certification,
never a thinker yet at home in his head,
he is a slave,
relinquishing his blessed gift,
to a queen of selfish comforts and cares,
he is due to pay the price for obsession