lost in the lists
of honey dos and better nots,
meal plans and groceries,
hash browns or tater tots?
a journey of detours,
avoidance and doubt,
a foggy confusion
of what it’s about.
life in a birdcage
of gilded schedule, pseudo dance;
find your boat and what floats it
give the magic carpet a chance.
it’s that eat your dessert first thing,
you never know; the towers could fall.
warmth, awakening still elusive
if existent at all.
I’m late I’m late.
Mode of transportation without wheels – magic carpet
lists. a couple anyhow
2 thoughts on “Blogophilia 40:14”
Oh now I love your magic carpet ride. Such a relatable poem, live life to the fullest! KUDOS, Earthling! ❤