If you escape.
We loosen the grip of trust.
A Spider's web dances.
As the wind creates poetic lust.
And the world is your oyster.
So the feeling remains.
you hold the thread.
cut loose, with blood stains.
Follow the yelow brick road.
And skip once more.
Put your ears to the wall.
And watch your jaw hits the floor.
Eddie Mitchell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/further-thinking/
