Frame

What is all the dreams to mind
Clutching to the daily rind
Off the pace off remain
Off of all what life can tame
Flight into underneath abyss
Glide me down your warm embrace
I no longer can be seen
Reality just out of frame

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.