A World Without Rules

To go to a place where the wind is new, to visit a home where faces are few.

To be left stranded - Happy and alone, to walk into a forest – dark and unknown

To peel away a skin of old, to walk away from a pot of gold

To sing a song in a language you don’t know, sow a seed on land you never plough

To fly in a cloud where the rain is green, to drift into a dream within a dream

To write a poem that has no rhyme, to own a metal which has no shine

Slide into a pool and don’t get wet, remember nothing so you have nothing to forget

To make a mistake and never to learn, to work but never to earn

Embrace a blade of grass in wake of a gale, hold on to the storm by its tail

To climb up to the moon and never descend, to live in a story which has no end

To love someone and then to walk away, to be born again by a potter’s clay

To say a prayer and watch it drift, to kick a mountain and watch it shift

To wander away and be alone in a crowd, to make cotton candy out of a cloud

To never reflect in any face or written in any book, to be a stranger in every corner and every nook

To swim into the waves and be one with them, only to create and never to criticise or condemn

To walk away laughing towards the gallows pole, to see a world thru a tiny peep-hole

To invent a colour for the lonely butterfly, to be the catcher for the catcher in the rye

To sneak into a poem and be its verse, to stick to a belle’s tongue like a sweet curse

To have a heart akin to the old free text, to stay awake in a night when night itself has slept

To shed a tear made of pure white light, to extinguish the sun, just out of an old spite

To welcome death with arms wide unwrapped, to live in a sin with another sin swapped

To write the last line before the first, to possess a never quenching thirst

To run, run and run a race which has no end, to die, to live, to evolve, and to transcend