What is pleasure? My preconceived views are a blur
As I let it all happen. Then it can be known.
Movement is entertaining. Prepared for the ride,
I have no inhibitions. I’ve nothing to hide.
An Excursion Of Pleasure, though I’m fully grown,
Is a thing about life that should often occur.
Old experiences can start feeling brand new
When the young child within me is given release
And unlimited favor to nourish delight.
The aesthetics of fun is that it will excite
The disquieted spirit that it may know peace
Once again in the real world with too much to do.
Round and round go the cycles that I know so well.
Up and down does the mood swing, but it’s centered high
Above negative thresholds the adult lives in
Due to hazardous duty and pent up chagrin
Over ill perceived failures. The youth is not shy
When it comes to fulfillment. The child will excel.
Stimulation of spirit does more than can be
Well expressed by mere language, but it may effect
How words live out their meaning in brightness and hue.
Novel ways of arranging them I aim to do.
Practice leads to perfection. That’s what I expect.
Ultimate is the pleasure of being carefree.