Silly Poet

Strange profession That of poet, Perhaps more like Delirium, Does control it, Shuffling words Moving ideas Chasing beauty, With sweet words Knitting dreams With loving themes Looking into Souls, Wanting to know, Wanting to know All there is, About Feelings, From the normal To the extreme, That can inspire Love and healing. Always alert, And ready to fight Injustice and the unwise That want to control At any price, Never giving up! Probably getting, Nowhere with This "major vice", Of verse that insights, Illuminates Making us think, Loving every moment Of this adventure That, of Being poet, Poor Poet... Illusion streamer Poor dreamer, Silly Poet!