Hiding Places

Place is only to belong Minds are a given such to think Where had time begone? Perhaps in reality or mayhaps in dreams Where there is light There is to be the dark Moments prolonging till night Where belongs the mind to part? Dreams hiding from reality Thoughts hiding from the mind Where aids the lunatic energy? Where hides the moments in time? With only so much to remain Only so much so little was left Where of words to be asking of again? Of words whence time had theft Of the many places, there always is one One where both reality and dreams don’t belong Sharing both to have the mind come undone Yet… where have I begone?