With blinkers coming into existence
the poet's world moans and groans
making it shrink and the poet think
how one must react to the new reality
the field has become farrow one must till
so armed with emotions the poet grabs his quill
with it he ploughs rhythmically on dosages of ink
that surely will make his audience blink as they think
is this poet still within the borderline deemed to be sane
so many words will form and excite bubbles in their minds
as they realize that the poet was never is not at all insane
but simply on a quest to cultivate and elevate the minds
© 2011 Poetic Justice aka Just Ice
