Tuesday, February 23, 2010


I used to be a day dreamer
Gold and silver all floated in rivers
All i dreamt was power and wealth
Didn't just care for all the rest

With growing maturity, begin to realize
All the materials were setting bait
Trying to trap and alter my mind
Stealing away my inner conscience

Flowing with the wind, I lost my control
Unable to decide where to head for
The weather calmed down, stability headed my way
With a sudden blow of time, I was taken away

Possibilities begin to arrive my way
Yet a fear of the following day
But was comforting and gave me pleasure
All I thought was making the vision sharper