Horizons

Horizons … always there … inviting the eyes

looking out to sea … imagining distant lands
how would life be in another place
would I be the same person with a new start
imagined tropical island paradise
a god to the natives … free of containment

blue mountains beckon … risen majestic
to oversee an untaken journey or escape
would life be so crowded on the slopes
thin fresh air a placebo to be taken every blue moon
living in a cave and sitting by a fire contemplating

cityscapes … not my city … cleaner and better
full of promises and new beautiful people
would fame enthral me as the new kid in town
walking red-carpeted streets with starlets
to openings … media wooed … Mr Popular

fluffy white clouds included for perspective
in perfect blue skies so empty of troubles
would life look much better from a higher view
soaring along my memories … on winged dreams
the future laid out a tapestry of choices

and the stars in their infinity
motes in another gods eye … each a greeting
would I find time for a world … a person
with a universe to explore and watch over
with so many fresh canvasses on which to play

and inside I hold my horizons in a cage
limited to boundaries … self deceived
would I be reviled or dead … opening the door
allowing myself to strive for my dreams
and attaining … look longingly at new horizons