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
Copyright © Daniel Watt | Year Posted 2020
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