Untitled Ramblings

you know, you think you’re a real renaissance man

but the truth is that dreams are quicksand

where somewhere on the sidelines there’s a minuteman

screaming for someone to wait just a minute, man

til you wake up to see the minute hand

ticking away on the clock on the nightstand

and we’re all just searching for the promised land

in the mind of a woman with a gentle hand

even when your mind is just a wasteland

because I have seen firsthand

what can happen in the badlands

when a forgotten madman

with the most beautiful plans

realizes that he has guns for hands

This is something that came to me in the wee hours of the morning today. Before I take too much time editing it I'd like to hear if the beat is working for it or if it seems too scatter-brained.

[1] (https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/5nejpd/red_strings/dcawu1d/) [2] (https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/5ndr00/red_square_in_october/dcax9c8/)