The MindThe mind.A swirling mass of knowledge.Colors, Feelings, hopes.Things that have been forgotten, mix together with the fear of thought.The mind.A broom closet closed to the world only to be opened on the other side.Stories told by love ones made into a movie.The mind.Smells of foulness and roses from days gone by.Deaths and love, faces in the crowd.Trees slowly dying.Stars being born.The mind.A lot goes on in there.
I have a dream..I have a dream.I mean, don't we all?Well I guess if you didn't, you be as plain as a rock.Some might say that's fine.But is it really?Dreams are strange.Don't you agree?If you don't, then that's just sad.Sad and blue.Like dreams of some.Pink and happy like others.I have a dream.I hope you do too.
DanceDanceA bubble in my stomach. My heart up in my throat.A feeling of joy. A feeling of hope.Twirling, swirling, through the air.I leap, you swing, they pull, we prance.Nothing in the world,Can explain what we call dance.