Allusion Poem Final

kept away, guarded

the impressions that linger in my mind ever hidden in fear of being bombarded

new faces, places

ignite foundational sparks of thought

   for what Oh Captain My Captain fought

words collected, crafted

they'd go on for what's longer than what we'd ever lasted

   but still we'd have the favorable time to tell of our encountered sensations

reservation, own sanctum 

my last resort to which i can report, these words written down- my salvation at last found 

summer wind, whim

how the fragments of our minds carry on, and i'd pray that the days be far less grim

   the day'd be ours with our declared Carpe Diem!

to live, thrive

does the language of passion allow us to pursue, allow us to everlastingly woo

   and so we'd use this as we'd suck all of we could out of great life

clarity, sincerity 

in my present time of flaw and confusion, these rhymes serve to repair my contusions

individual notion, thought

shouldn't be so easily bought, isn't just a mere smear of old tattered brain gear

   this was all shared as well as found in our cave underground

only ours, exclusively

in no other's could you find what's going through my own mind

   like Todd we'd all have our thoughts odd

opened doors, so much more

does the art of words provide

   this kind of freedom Neil would try to strive

"O me, O life of the questions of these recurring. Of the endless trains of the faithless. Of cities filled with the foolish. What good amid these, O me, O life? Answer: that you are here. That life exists and identity. That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse."