Ease and Eves

If you can’t see the forest for the trees
You won’t see the tree for its leaves
Myopic dysphoria becomes the bigger disease
When the dreamer only sees what he believes

There’s no glory picking fleas off bigger fleas
Futility kills what you hope to achieve
With fetid fate indifferent to your pleas
Murdered potential that no one will bereave

Complacent accountants pay the biggest fees
Arrogance and indifference life’s biggest thieves
Best intentions get cut off at the knees
Gruesome ghosts that everyone grieves

Let your fancy fly freely through that forest of trees
Reality but a shadow we barely perceive
When words finally flow with unfettered ease
The page becomes the vessel eager to receive

Now that your mind is adrift on the breeze
Inspiration is whatever you conceive
Creative juices that refuse to freeze
Become mythologies you so carefully weave