13th January 2011

Works of art and timeless pieces line the road ahead.
A path I opened for myself, a path no longer dead.
For every waking moment is an opportunity for space,
Room for a little more than just knowledge and air for every time and place –
Thoughts, dreams and above all hopes and wishes,
The past of ‘a devil, an angel, a hope, a wish & a dream’,
Loom high above like what is long forgotten, what threatens to escape me mind.
My thoughts fly out from the ears, and visions out of sight
As they escape right from my eyes a true and endless flight.
Be all that you dream.