Ode To Reality Vs Mother And Son Poem by Nina Hall

Isn't it wonderful to live in a dream
To gaze at the life on all side of the stream
Just under the surface with view of the sky
Avoiding the depths and trying to fly
Seeing in the under reflections of rocks, currents and weeds
Distorted journeys of times planted seed
Winging it while replaying the course
Keeping the triumphs and battling remorse
Hes only a boy, its only a brain
A toddler of a flying fish in the frame
Hes only a slither of hope in the murk
Where pikes and eels expectantly lurk
And fellow fish that pick at our nest
Waves of intention and pecking and pest
In bubbled rapids they falsely glitter
Away the regards for the lives that they fritter
That one day could ascend to a fish eagles skin
And penetrate the dark where they all swim
With clawed feathered tallons and speed draped in white
Piercing the black eels and venomous pike
But what is a dream and what would one know
Im only a goldfish in the goldfish bowl show
Only a toddler with a birds eye view
Trying to speak fish clasped by a kingfisher blue