No-one Else [REV.]

A long, long time ago the crocodile read personality is our
own creation, could be made into anything we are able to
imagine; thus we’re freed to think positive thoughts about
ourselves - & she dreamed of being a dragonfly, hovering,
draping herself over flower petals - until she turned into a
Walt Disney fairy, flying about on dragonfly wings

She read we are what we think & indulged in dreaming;
she’s a princess found by the King who crowned her his
Queen, but learned no-one else can be part of a fantasy,
loneliness is the way, take note how each writes endings
of their lives from the beginning - and along the way - it
seems suffering is reacted to differently; some grow

More loving & others are embittered; the crocodile chose
loving, it never stops, forms the most delicate memories -
even histories change when seen in new perspectives &
music themes increase in meaning as feelings evolve to
reflect back to her, the crocodile enjoys lovability of most
everyone currently - even those who stumble, complain

And mumble; mostly there’s loving human beings behind
each of the smoke-screen façades…

[26 June 2014]