Thyme Blinded Latte

Thyme Blinded Latte

Don't cry Little-One

Just because the milk has spilled

The white river will only stain the blue sea of disparity.

Now may be the Thyme

To slip on your star-studded red rubber boots

And set sail for the abandon land

That waits just beyond the boarders

Of the Curds and Whey.

While you're gone

The cotton mop and the bristle broom

Will sweep away the dusty storm

Out of mind and out of sight

If you're blinded by the white latte reflection

Try not to crank the wheel

But instead trust in what you feel

Shift your gears into high

As you lift off and say goodbye.

Captain-You without a crew

Can now put away

Those star-studded red rubber boots

And slip into something new

That's made from nothing but your imagination

Lending way to a loving One-Nation

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 
Twenty Eighth Day

 Of The 
Third Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

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michaelenglmann@shaw.ca