I once ran away from my thoughts, they became the nightmare on Elm Street with mysteries lurking to be solved. We suffer more in our imagination than in reality so we try to find a means of escape.

"Those who take truly have nothing to give because you give what you have". We are gods, an identity so many have forgotten so a slave was awakened. Thoughts keep rising like hurricanes gladly words have become the environment wind field.

Pull off the curtains and you'll see the beauty of life, give your heart to love and you'll help define its meaning. Free your mind to learn through the seasons so you'd see the reasons, "You are all you could ever be and life is all there is".
© Ddawnofpoetry7