Thoughts
They run through your mind
Peeking into your boxes stacked up
wobbling ever so slightly
ready to tumble
to crush your mind
they dance around
they perform odd acts of injustice
they think... a lot
and then think some more
they stomp around your ears
drumming your head with pain
wanting to be heard
tiny nymphs of yourself
faeries littering the ground
where fantasy rules
and reality drools
where your inner most feelings
and desires become no less than
a pot of gold
where your hopes and dreams
turn solid and tangible
where tedious tasks
are finished with dexterity
and SATs practiced everyday
both a utopia and a prison
a perfect angel
and nasty devil
where the cardboard mask
is peeled off
and sometimes burnt
where your face is worshipped
where your body desired
where your life is worth
more than theirs
a utopia that rules with cruel justice
a world where truth is the next great adventure
and where those long gone
stop for tea now and then
a place of security
a place of terrorism
a country full of hippies
with long matted hair
and skin that glows an
iredescent white
where lilacs and roses
our a thing of the past
and dasmels in distress
rescue the knight
a place to be worshipped
a place to be revered
a place belonging to each
one of us
a place to call our own
a place in all
to be free
our mind
our thoughts
our desires
our soul