what happened to the dream, what
happened to the vision of life before death
a time when events remained constantly changing
coasting amongst the Light dwelling in realms fit for kings and queens;
what happened to the goals perceived inside the darkest pits of my nightmares
those places shrinks don't care to venture through,
what happened to my folks floating overseas to view serene scenes
water clearer than the light bluest cloudless day;
IDK where the sand grains dissipated to,
IDK when the chronological order fell apart,
maybe it was when my blood turned blue,
or perhaps when my palms got bloody,
nah it was when the pen took control of my hand and went to work,
the day we decided to always have each others back,
she wrote the contract and I gleefully signed,
"eternally will I scribe from the deepest pits of my
SOLAR PLEXIS CHAKRA"...
...that was when my dreams, visions, goals, and folks became clear
now I truly walk without f.e.a.r