Blind Dreams

Dreams and visions have changed they are within the people that changed them. Leaving good dreams in dark places. The few that fought for what they believed in changed their perspective and left to question themselves. Trust is rare when you don’t look where the trouble begin; it’s our own personal lost. Leaving a big opening of doubt in their hearts allowing jealously overtaking them. We forget who we are; making it easier to point fingers at others for things that we are responsible for, not letting go of the past. Over burden emotions, more than we can carry breaking bones, twisting muscle into nothing, weak minds. At times we believe that we are ahead of the line when the truth of the matter we’re at the end. Open wounds of the heart won't heal, mixed emotions about what we feel; changed quickly. Do we really know the truth about ourselves or do we over look them because it’s so covenant. Just to keep walking in a path of lies. We laugh, we cry letting emotions out, setting them free like butterflies from cocoons. With deep thought and the ability to visualize, it’s beautiful. We decide to full our nets chasing and capturing hold on to the pain. Blaming others, caged black birds in our hearts; we think that's just part of the life that we live. Pain so natural when it’s unnatural to how we are supposed to feel. Imprisoning our own little freedom; giving pain the throne crowning our own misery. We forgot about love and don’t care enough to want to know how strong we can be while just holding on to blind dreams.