Live from the dungeon
The dungeon, that is my mind
My mind, in line, with the wave-lenghth
The wave-length, that siphons
Siphons, the golden thread
The golden thread, that binds
That binds, me, to my creative side
My creative side, fuels my inner architect.
My inner-architect, fine-tuning the foundation
The foundation, of what will be
What will be? my reality
What will be my reality, besides my dreams?
Besides my dreams, what makes me move?
Makes me move
Move, like a clan of sleepwalkers
Like a clan of sleepwalkers, My dreams,
My dreams, are what propel me
Propel me, Forward,
Forward, into the future.
Into the future, I already am
I already am, as you read this
You read this, as I plan what to do next
What to do next, besides write?
– Original-Dante ©2016
Art by: cosmicbound