Ushered by a dear compadre weary
I reached the land of bolder dreams
Watched the sky unfold and here he
Bid Farewell for the land of streams
Whisperings of a glorious ship of lore
That was built to do the storm explore
I felt like it must’ve been on my part
To find it marooned in my own heart
“Her majesty was born in the company of clouds”
They sung and honored a gallant soul
I longed to sail those stormy clouds
I longed to be this gallant soul
Before I could fear her fearless tales
I felt a brewing storm within
I felt a brewing storm without
And with a hollar I was aboard!
EXHILERATION! WIND!
EXUBERANCE! ALL ABOARD!
LET’S SAIL THE STORMY SKY!
LET’S RIDE THE STORM!
LET’S RIDE THE STORM!
Story Of The Footloose 
tagged as madness…yes madness..poetic wonderful beautiful madness! I feel like I’ve just been on a trip someplace I would want to stay! 🙂
Then ride the storm! Keep riding the storm!
I think I shall have no choice! 🙂