Wake up one morning from

our little dreams,

get out of our little beds,

open our little front doors

and go out.

Leave behind our little screens,

soft carpets, dim lights,

our little tin cans . . . on wheels,

the little horizons we view,

and prepare to meet the big

world, the really big world.

Turn left, or right, up or down,

it is out there waiting . . .

the big skies, the big seas,

the big…

Ghosts of the past are waiting,

waiting to break free

from the subconscious prison.

They lie dormant, like trees

in winter, down dim and

dangerous avenues in your mind.

Banished there, never to return.

You slide through life, seemingly

in control, and comfortable,

keeping the past under lock and key.

Forever shoring up the prison walls,

securing your feelings

and guarding the gates.

Always in…

If I hear another

heartrendingly

saccharine tinged

lachrymose laden

and incredibly

uplifting song

sung by another

heartrendingly

saccharine tinged

lachrymose laden

and incredibly

uplifting singer . . .

I shall vomit . . . copiously !