This is my seat

From where I can feel the heat

The colours whirl and spiral

Exuding the passions and ideas of all

And the individual

 

 

I sit many ways here

travelling light years

Through fields and fears

Hoping tears clear

Comfortable and not

 

 

Alone in a crowd

I feel every sound

Hurtling to the end

Where danger transcends 

 

 

Passions and pride

Ride high high high

Leading a path

Running back to the past 

 

 

From author to auteur

Visions are altered

Changing and escaping

Devilled and raging

 

 

There's nowhere else

Where sense leaves self

That's why this is my seat

From where I enjoy the heat