What Glissens doesn't always Glow

It shimmers like tiny little diamonds

being mulnipulated by suns kisses,

oh how wet it is.

Wrap yourself around the world

with love so the lands can flourish as proof.

The sands of time are plentiful here,

in my quiet space.

But placed outside this bubble

children make their presence known.

It is shown more

blatantly to those

without mini-me's running around.

What a difference a day makes
Or should I say night?

For, that is when the freaks come out

to sip on dark stouts of

beer.

And get drunk enough

to blame all value driven decisions

on the goose.

Who talks to his cousin

the stork,
and enlightens him

to deliver the news in

nine months.

I feel like Warren G

"Can you see what I see?"

And I see that my sour

disposition

keeps me on the outside position

of societies conformist addiction.

Sometimes the awareness

of such contradictions

allow for growth.