The island of the lost and found

[Keith]

Proud to play in concrete and glass
trapped by turmoil and toil
blink to catch myself
Club Tropicana calls to me
my mind breaks, applied
blink again and miss myself

This time I spend with comets tail
Men utter wasted hours
mused of Plato and Jackie Collins
my thoughts too easily read
quick shift comes the horizon
never missed, wondered about

Reality wakes within a dream
or so it would seem
worried you ponder my post
on your shoulders I dance
this hour is fine
and my rhymes will shine