There's been a road that led to dreams
One only path that would have your destinies revive
There's just been one secret
No one knew what those huge doors hid
Whether what people said were true
They were confused
Was it an actual bliss
Or a temporary idea that made them live ln further?
I didn't know what to say or blurt
I was just considered a passerby
The demons were messing with their heads
Demonstrations portray temporary bliss from before me
There's just a wall of brick and a layer of secrecy
Would the secrets spill like a bucket with overflowing water?
Or would it remain as a whole of beans that was always considered a mess in hiding?
The question would keep going, spreading onto districts
Not a rumor
Just plain curiosity
If what you need is a dream
One with all the right moves and corners of fulfillment
Then it could be provided
Not by me
But by a spirit
Not my spirit
But yours
If you cave into your chest and pick out a trait
You would definitely find a handful of opportunities
YOU ARE READING
Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁