Dream

I love to write,
writing from within.
that gets me back
to the idea of dreaming.

I love that one hour befor I sleep
how hard i try not to day dream,
To bring my words
Be felt across the oceans
where my pictures would seal the deal
and that would be all


Dreams that are near not far beyond,
I dont know where I belong.

I wish I could stop the time to give me some rest
but as a second turns it leaves me flabbergast.

 I am repressing my feelings,
because I am confused and couldnt find no meaning,
Still I stay on the idea of dreaming...

I love to do anything but work,
Noone can stop me not even Jerk

The father from the heaven
The Shiva from the mountains
Stars from the sky,
keeps me inspiring, and goals leads me to surviving..