2011 - Day 163

Eyes crusted over,
Arise from the shadows,
Search through the cobwebs
Grasp for a handle,
Spots form in memory
Give way to lighted paths,
Follow through the tunnels
To make it home at last.
Flowing gold elixir,
Music in the air,
Crowd of thirsty friendly dwarfs
With ribbon in their hair.
Dizzy spinning doppelganger
One foot and then another,
As the world fades to back
Run from one then to the other.
Distant fires
Burning tires
Find the buyers
They're all liars.