With dreams of easy living and graciously delayed promises, we are all of us simply watching whilst other people plagiarise and warble amid developmental conversations

We are all of us rather willing to walk with wondrous scorn of aplomb, and all awhile their cherished secrets get suddenly broken

But what if these reinvigorated kinds were to suddenly measure their savoury smiles against the weight of whimsical gold

And what if .. just maybe perhaps, screaming skies were to act all kinds of kind…

Would that in fact be outlandishly nice!?

Or were we all along delightfully lying to ourselves

Whilst acting just like everybody else.