“Row row row a boat, gently down the moat” Gun Roswell
Row Boat Ahoy!
A boat from the times simple
May some good old memories kindle
On a day filled with sunlight
When nothing and none is uptight
Take a ride on the lake
With this ye old boat, no fake
Row a while, then maybe smile
On this day of summers so fine
It may be old a rickety
But try to use it skilfully
And to the wide side of the water’s deep
Then back again, it will have brought thee
“Vroom, Vroom! Can I get more speed, please?” Gun Roswell
Day on some kind of Wheels
Time for the bi-yearly service
So no need to be nervous
This is no major over haul
Just a quick ten minute call
A preparation before the snow fall
Also, because it is the law
And to be able to drive
Simply put, to stay alive 😉
Meanwhile, in the distance
Spotted something completely different
A train dashing by
Almost like it was on the fly
Because a vehicle of that calibre
Do not live by the calendar
Just keeping on the right track
Travelling every which way and back
Before my day was done
I bumped into something fun
A sporty looking vehicle
Did not seem too seasonal
But with the right kind of footwear
It too could be put into full gear
Choose some cool tunes on the radio
And ride along in the deep snow
“When in Paris, the good times are to be cherished ” Gun Roswell
A Quick Trip on the Streets of Paris
Take a ride around the town
Many a choices for a vehicle can be found
A bike ride safe and most simple
But with a hot car, your face may get more dimples
Down under, there are many a wonder
When riding the public transit, in a metro most fancy
Or maybe you prefer a blast from the past
In a pink car oh so very fast
“Taking a dive, down the hill!” Gun Roswell
It’s all down hill from here!
When ever there is snow on the ground
And a small mountain or a molehill found
The kids will arrive in flocks
Dragging their sleighs to the top
“Mommy, mommy, look at me!
Look how fast I am going!
Oops, look, there’s a tree!”
<Crash, bang, boing>
“Mommy, mommy, look no teeth!”
The kid only laughingly stated
As back up hill he ventured
If only to once more ride
Before getting his dentures
“The ride up, on a metallic contraption? I’d rather not?” Gun Roswell
Up the Escalator I go
Living life in the mall’s simulator
When riding up and down the escalator
Keeping control, like an operator
From ride to ride, like a navigator
Each passenger, like an imitator
Step by step, feet moving like alternators
Sorry,
No wheels said the administrator
Or you will be labelled a violator
And thrown off from this cycle
Phew, just glad I was not a skater
Maybe sooner, than later
He’ll quit being a hater
Learn how to become a collaborator
And only then,
Be able to ride on the escalator
“Is it a sign of the fact that you are getting old?” Gun Roswell
Ride a rather large size Bike
Riding the biggest motorbike
Just for the sake of a psyche!
Or maybe, just because I like
Riding my big big bike 😉
“The shadow of the sun creating a double vision of the ride of the day, which do I wish to ride?” Gun Roswell
Ride the shadow of the Bike
Ride a bike
Take a hike
Watch out for spikes
As your vehicle they can strike
Stay out of fights
Other wise
Do what you like
So go
Ride a bike
Or its shadow
Either is just fine
“It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.” Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
Through the Looking Glass
Sunrise or sunset
High up for a reset
Destination, unknown
Flying, to a different zone
A new year
New destinations
There is no fear
Only new sensations
Staring out the window
Reflections of the past and now
Mirrored in the looking glass
Knowing only, time will pass
New year
New hopes
Prepaired on full gear
Despite the slippery slopes
“Time flies when you are having fun and even if you are not, so there is that” Gun Roswell
Floating through time
Time, is of the essence many say, time is going by so fast, they also claim and well, I have to agree to that sentiment, for you see, I have been sitting here, watching it pass me by, or in this case, floating by, in the form of a sailing boat, going oh so very slow.
It is a fun past time, time, yes, yes it’s that kind of a rhyme, but time is so much more than that, just the simply ticking off the clock, which I hope will never stop, even if it goes past me so quickly and that should make me feel sickly.
But, as it is, there is no use of fighting this thing called time, unless you have a degree in physics or a machine which will make you fly, backwards and forwards, whichever way you might want to experience, but if you get a chance to do it, it will certainly be different.
So, as I sit here, watching time itself, pass me gently by, I am kinda feeling fine, but hey, if I could turn back some of that time, well, guess I would?
“Trying to reach the lighter side while flying towards the sun, can be hard“ Gun Roswell
From eternal darkness into awaiting light
The wings heavy and exhausted from flying all through the night, but the fight to survive is far from over. Or at least, that is how it feels, as the only thing this winged being wants to do, is to get into the bright light of the day, wherever it may lay ahead, at least that is the hope for the weary traveller up high in the skies.
But what happens when the darkness finally ends? After having so much time inside there spent, can the light really be the long awaited saviour our winged friend was looking for all this time? Is the feeling they had been looking for simply fine? Basking there, in the eternal light, without any strife the best way of living it, only nice?
Well, guess we will never find out the total truth as some of us prefer the lure of darkness, the shadows so safe, there is simply no way, letting in that bright and shiny sun into the corners where we, the dark dwellers
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
