When young read stories hung with words spun in a time.. ladders not to walk under.. each rung sings good or crime..
Large and silly.. name of ‘Willy’ head stuck in the ground.. a big foot bad ol’ Ostrich fears big cats.. shadows.. loud sound..
Over wine.. some hashish fine a line of logic flows.. fear of change comes to mankind.. hears well with his nose..
Social misdirection set to those heads buried thus.. exploit robots.. toys.. machines.. shine as ‘social dust’..
‘Ostrichitis’ come to bite us perform as cartoons.. ‘comfort zones’ new dogs old bones.. the sun repaints the moon..
Carney Barkers know the show of dollars and the rent.. know to speak the dreams of bored.. to dream of money spent..
Everywhere each hound and hare set from a dreamers soul.. one second a dreamer is free.. free from that Ostrich hole..
Tomorrow come to yesterday.. read easy in a book.. meet what has to be.. be brave.. move down each path.. each brook..
Human I shall be.. thus a child never pure.. change no longer haunts me friend.. in love I found a cure..
Yes! a cure for ‘Ostrichitis’ comes as nature true.. when you stand to face good life.. to share the best you..
‘man knows what he knew as a boy.. still.. he does things the boy would never do.. or tolerate.. calm innocence lends time to find ability.. to calm oneself again.. and again.. lending experience to boyhood knowledge.. thus peace to the man’..