What I Do Poem by Cee Bea

I sing a song of hope and rain
proud of all my own disdain

holding onto simple things
the joy your sweetened smile brings

I am the man
known as the Sun
that ran a race
as two... and won

So bring me back, to Cadillac
along her sandy shores
where life is now, its always been
with less or nothing more

'Save the day, save the day'
the Robin sang..then flew away
though I heard the same last week
that answer was and what she seeked

She then flew down to me to say
expressed in her own Robins way
Good morning to The settled mist
then left me with a 'little' kiss

She knows the freedom of the paint
and sizes of the brush
about the canvas in your mind
and the moments rush

So come on out or in and see
all the possibilities
that lay right at your finger tips
beyond the fog or lucid dreams

what did he say, so what's this mean
this mess he made is quick and clean
and so much on the dreamy side
I guess that its pure poetcide

yes... your right
and have a point
That I don't have a clue

But fact is I am here
right now
and
this is what I do.