How goes the dreams
of dreamers on the wheels?
Soaking suffering till it oozes.

Cooling by the streams.
And the slightest fainting,
in the scuffle, masquerading
on the dime.

Priming pumps,
Puncturing steam, on and on
Out of time.

Gnats that will not leave,
So you fit and fight,
winds that are not there.

So you stare, and you worry
over needs over hurried.
Lancing luck, on the dime.
Masquerading, battlefields,
You thought you won but did not last.

Come to yourself
Take a long, long look.

And you will see,
Blessings in the streams.


Published by: Visionariekind

Krissy Mosley is a story-teller. Recalling history to build bridges of peace. A folklorist to bring sounds of joy and healing vibrations. Krissy Marie is a writer /feminist, mother advocating for change surrounding women’s rights and women's’ issues.

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