Tossing and turning through colour binding dreams,
I awaken in the darkness of sadness and gloom...
Who knew Deja vu would be, would do.
Such a gift or is it a curse...
I would rather the truth prompt a war,
then helplessly witness...
She doesn't want to bet clothes
or four people around here...
I read once that our
ancestors are the wolves...
I ask you, because there was no one else to...
Will you come to me, like a gust of wind...
Wondering people,
Hearing voices of the past...
Find me the summit
Send me above to the stars...
Embark!
this my voyage into new dangers...
Here you are welcome
here no answers are required...
I am a poet without word,
My brain is shattered to pieces...
Don't waste extra time,
asking about good people...