A Fantasy Sailor

I thought this time I would take the time to write a whole book where every line would rhyme. A rhyme mine which would explode in your mind. To tell a story full of light, dark and the glory of success. Even if it fails to rhyme.

Where every day the church bells would chime and people would greet others with a smile and an open mind. No child went to bed with an empty belly and people gathered without any telly. Where every girl was a bobby dazzler goddess and every boy a giant on a promise.

In the end it was a failure and I proved to be just a fantasy sailor. Lost in love’s intolerant shell. Warmed by romantic dreams. Sheltered in smug’s arrogant web. Never questioning what anything means.

A fantasy sailor who has dined on dreams and happenstance. An emotional fidget with ants in his pants. An inconsequential rhyme mine explorer. A dreamweaving plate spinner now missing his aura. Wandering the cruel cold corridors behind last hope's private door.

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