The space I inhabit is wide and free

flipping from sunny to desultory

encased in caring possibility

makes me wonder dream then be

if space needs bounds just to exist

and infinity lies in my closed fist

what shackles then do i resist

for this is one train that just can't be missed

nose to the grind

punctual swift

help me unwind

get on my drift

time out of mind

sands gently shift

oscillate slow

three one two three

up the tempo

and its melody

minds eye window

have a look see

of them paths breaking through my wall

muddle my world engage it all

singed finger tips sculpted rationale

some call it mayhem others gall

time it will tell as i enthrall

rock or rocket fly or fall