A poets mind remains in a hollow cloud
thinking of nothing that has meaning
thinking of something you can only touch with feelings
thinking of reasons and the past of those reasons
the glowing of a mind fades away slowly as u come back to realty
the escape of life to remain as nothing near human
the light is bright and the room is white filled with nothing else but you
what choice do u have but to think
accept the choice and treat it as your own
treat the gift and realize the gift
it will take u far in life and in mind
a world where no man can reach but you
safe in the beauty of the white light
in the room with no walls of closure
as free as a bird...as free as a poets mind
