The Cardboard Breadman

I feel the gentleness of your breeze;
and the wisdom that lies within;
energies embody and accompany;
that I often dismiss as mere whim.

The cool air, soothing my brow;
bids your awareness come in;
though not understanding how;
all seeds of knowledge begin.

Wisdom is conveyed by the breeze;

Time and space were fighting a war;
and time had the upper hand;
space had no place for time to fight for;
but time didn’t require the land.

The universe had space always looming;
but time kept marching on;
time’s armies; space kept consuming;
as time brought in

I washed my face with tears of sorrow;
then washed it again with tears of joy.
How can I learn to face tomorrow;
with new purpose I need to employ?

Which of these tears were tonic;
ones which replenished my soul?
It seemed more than a bit ironic;
both tears

I started out with much protection;
floating in my mother’s womb
I had no sense of spatial direction;
much like being in a tomb.

When I was born, I was floating again;
trying to learn this world’s basics;
something about this world was arcane;
I found myself swimming

Sometimes, strange as it may seem;
our perception of reality will stray;
almost as though we live in a dream;
the real truth, like a mist, fades away.

Self deception is the opiate of thought;
it totally alters all our psychology;
we each rationalize it is, what ought;
and we

If the cheeks on your face are a beach;
and your tears are waves coming in;
there must be a conclusion to reach;
for when did those tears begin;

What is it about a wave’s ebbs and flows;
just why they go in and come out;
is there possibly

That little old woman and little old man,
how sad their circumstance seems.
Doing their best to do all they can;
abandoning all hopes and dreams.

Such people abound almost every place;
in both countryside and every city;
in need of help and also grace;
usually drawing our response of