One night of revolting change
I rearrange my worn out self
Excuses in the trash
My dreams out of the shelf
I plot my hopes and put them in motion
My devotion to heal my worn out self
Limitations burned down
Lifting my goals from the ground
Plan my escape
Its too late to turn back to my old worn out self
Space is infinite
Time to spread calls for help
In search for freedom
My worn out self found the state of mind
Let me spread my wings
And fly
On a night of revolting change
Its strange, my new found self
I fall asleep with a smile
And dream that these troubled waters
Will be worth my while.
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A Place In The Universe
RandomPart two of my book "Puzzle Pieces" A collection of my thoughts converted into one shots, poems...anything. And if one of my pieces help you solve your own puzzle and inspires you....I'm glad. Enjoy! -Denelsa
