blah blah blah sippy cup

For a time, time seems to pass
for a dream that i hate to believe
for a space that is unseen
there is wisdom that is yet believed

For a surrender of will to design
for a scape of intellectual complies
i hope for a sign
more than a slap on the back of our hand

I hope for a stand
a stand that will not cause a fall
into obscure internal consummation
of flesh, thought, and internet pages.

I hope for a passion
for passion to be past down
for a wind in the breathe of existence
and a fire in the eyes of the children

So hard, work all the brain cells
so limited but still we think
limitations are only for the weak
returns, for the hunkered down

So today as words makes "sense"
and tomorrow when words resist
i hope in a page, that will make me clean
a knowledge that is unseen
yet...................................
beating....beating.....beating....
inside of me.