Take your dreams,
Turn them to dust,
Throw them to the sky,
And don't be shy,
And because they must,
The Stars shall sing to you,
Their lullaby,
Take your hopes,
Turn them to ash,
Toss them to the wind,
Do not mope,
And the plains shall grow the Wild Buffalo Grass,
And as the storms rage on,
You shall sleep peacefully,
For you have heard,
The Star's Lullaby....
YOU ARE READING
Into The Abstract
PoetryPoetry and thoughts that have plagued my mind. Not all of it was saved, but some of it was, so here it is lovelies.
