The Last Unicorn

When life gives you lemons make golden nuggets and sell them for lots of money. But instead of becoming greedy and letting your pride consume you, give it all away. Jump the running bus and take the crooked train. There's braille for the deaf and a sign post for the blind. Heaven for the cruel but the devil waits for the kind. Pollen catches the end of your skirt and the ants make a trail for the end of your hurt. You search for years but you lose everything that you find. Pencil to paper, draw your life. A dream in the hands of God but a storm stopped you in your tracks. Mother nature takes control and blows you away from happiness. Let's teach the birds to swim and all the fish to fly. Pure and as innocent as a child. As bright and colourful as a polka dot room. If only we could walk forever to find a sublime love. The only love that I need. To search forever for a kind love. The only love I see. A child talks and asks as many ridiculous questions. An adult answers them with an underlying truth of a lie. An old crone speaks to tell their story of love and truth of their life. Unconditional truth. A pregnant lady aches. But laughs with happiness. New life and eyes open. A leaf falls to the sound of the trees blowing. The light dies from the fireworks fading. Let's dance under the white moon because there's no stars inside tonight. The naked trees are free. Your hair dances in the breeze waiting impatiently to the white noise. And laughing to my own jokes. Your bright eyes must be a hoax. Keep striding with that tattoo up over your shoulder. Does it make you feel important with what you have told her? Coffee stain and red wine lips. Your tears go well with crying clouds and whips. Find a hand to help you keep your head above the water. That hand you had but should have fought for. Mirrors see what you truly are through his eyes of a reflection. He sees perfection. The image in the mirror shows something less pure. You pull away the mask, the magic is to lure. From shadows to grey and swings to stretch, another day of unmistakable sorrow. But a melody always helps me fins who I am again.