Transcendental Bad Boy
Nowhere to go, nowhere to flee.
I cannot run away from me.
I’m stuck inside with no way out.
Just me, with no one else about.
All the others are there outside
this place where I alone abide.
If I could climb out of my skin
and leave this body that I’m in,
escape myself from head-to-toe,
I wonder where I’d choose to go?
Perhaps a river, perhaps a sea––
anyplace that wasn’t me.
For one day, I’d be a cloud
if changing stages of matter’s allowed.
Floating high up in the blue,
I’d think of new things I could do.
I’d find parades for me to view,
then just for fun, rain on a few.
If I were water and you drank me,
I’d view you internally.
Tickle your uvula and then
slide down the chute inside your skin.
Inside you, I would rage and thunder,
from your throat to way down under.
If I were wind, I’d lift the skirts
of dour old ladies and teenage flirts.
I’d muss the hair of social mavens,
pluck nestlings from the beaks of ravens.
No telling what a menace I’d be
if I’d not been limited to me!
The prompt word today was flee.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
We are all limited in one way or the other and we cannot do just what we like.
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Nope. This bad boy was just dreaming about the trouble he could get into if he could.
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Hi Judy. Wonderfully creative using clouds, wind and water as jumping off points. Beautifully written. ❤
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Thanks, Olga
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I enjoyed your beautiful poem and mostly the line” I can not run away from me” in your first paragraph which is very true.
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Thanks, Lekha.
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Now THAT is a unique point of view!
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Would you expect otherwise???
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