Photo by Jack Anstey on Unsplash
The road unfolding before us is thorny.
It's storming sweat and vagabonds;
And while it's tightening our bonds,
Our thoughts get scattered.
Above our heads, the sun is scorning—
It's burning red; its piercing rays
Are gnawing our bones. What mattered
Just a blink ago, now stays
So vaguely distant and forgotten.
It's raining lizards; we're juggling frogs
Through mists and fogs.
They were begotten of a dream
And fever which blossomed snow-white
In their favor. The dream will enter
Our lives, so lucid and milk-flavored.
The road before us never ends;
There are no tunnels—it's so bright,
So blinding. And our bonds are binding us.
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About the Creator
Andrei Z.
Overthinker.
Comments (2)
Love the imagery, especially "juggling frogs" 😁
Brilliantly styled and as surreal as always! ☺️👏