Possibilities

This is something I just wrote Possibilities In bound Per pound My sound Is found Off ground Look up And around Climb up The hill Or it Could be A mound My words are something I want you to see Not just hear them and leave them to be, I want you to search inside of your mind, Create an image and story to find, My words are put together and spun in a web, Will you get caught in it like a coat spun from needle and thread, Will I keep you warm or turn you cold, Leaving you stuck like you were made from a mold, Try to move around and get free of your subconscious, Open your eyes because their reality is almost up on us It is close to the end now can you finally see, What your becoming is not what you wanted to be All of these lights from idle bombardment Have gotten you locked in your mental compartment Replace these words of NO and cannot. With yes and I will now release all your thoughts Your free from the web your arms can now move Now you can fly now with a much clearer view Now you are soaring straight to my mind Helping me see stories that I might find My ears can see so many things I close my eyes now so the words are now easier to read By: Daniel Watt