No More Daydreams

No more daydreams for me Only gray sky now found Let my wings again free To enveloping them around To be adorned like a rose Or diamond like tear drops To be with someone close And effectuate on own opts Everything happens to a poet As he twists and then writhes The ideas vague and inchoate Curving through every scythes There is fire there is suffering The locomotives scraping hell Every way in its many altering That from inside he must quell No more dreams those are gone Flying objects deliberately dark Tangled miseries that have shone Through streets and each park Importance through each song That has struggled over high Grassy woodlands that belong To the inlaying earth and sky