Monday, February 10, 2014

Art & Poetry

 
Dreams
 
something that can be intertwined and twisted
uplifting and so submissive
I ponder on the fact I see a dream, capable of the ability to be free,
set out for a journey, I think of myself as a tree,
branches spreading far and wide ,
touching the un-holy subjects that are going to be mine,
endless possibility of time , for streaming doubts of others I let them drizzle downstream
for my new chance to be free