Plateau

If I had to choose I'd rather not to be
On this little plateau of my insanity.
Sailing off the shore in a small boat,
Heading for my little wing, curiosity.

I form a state of certainty
Just to keep me safe from infinity.
I can’t see past, above the lights.
Just one fly over distant heights.

My moon can change your way
No sun shall shine above this day
May I’ll be your guide
Through the devious land

Blazing eminence, long among the years,
I want to achieve in a just few days.

Indeed I have sold imagination nails
No new veil could cover tableau.

Many faces scrabble the place,
Old house of changing mood.
Hundreds of quarters and semiquaver,
Changeling the heads of a few.

Some left for a walk, others took a joke,
Leaving lonely one with a mug.

Some new folks joined the club -
“Lots of stories to tell, mates,
Let me just find myself
On the plateau again”.