Off Course Of Course Poem by Andy Brookes

the stray arrow it appears and then, well a write is not always right, a flight of fancy, fancying you while you are oblivious to me.
a fancy flight up and down stairs my emotions riding escalators on a wing,prayers come later free falling no parachute
sometimes winged missiles shot left field, made hot for love or not, Cupid, that scoundrel, lets fly willy nilly.
his darts pierce but are not necessarily accurate, his sums when summed up are wrong, not a straight arrows on the narrow line of sight.
totality or nullity, spacial void, still the world turns and maybe it'll be my turn soon.

so unrequited I go to bed wondering about could have beens.
Still, tomorrow I'll be full of beans, a new day beckons and reckons the seconds,
86400 of them to be precise emphatic little rays of sunshine or stubborn showers each born and to be borne
all of them to use as you see fit, despair is not in my dictionary how about yours?