“a stitch in time saves nine”
But in this instance, it’s a switch in time.
And a switch in time is just fine.
This scene of fun is quite intriguing
but not mine.
This feeling caused by my sight
is lustful never divine.
Yet a little fishing.
A little line.
And a little swinging
and casting into the pond of realities.
The eyes are fools to the brain.
The hands are prisoners to the mind.
The belly is a trickster to the brain.
Here and there, we sway and say life’s not fair.
Well you’re black just as life is.
So you have your answer.
Keep your secrets well
else the breeze uses a vessel
to blow them open!!!!