Something new – Courage


The old ways of the dream revealed itself
through the floating spaces of time
Creeping up on the left corner
Entering through the right window sill
Nothing seemed real

The emerging flow of fantasies crafted their way
into that refreshing state of mind
That long lost part of stories untold
Dwelling in a spirit of unconsciousness
Disappearing with the strokes of a brush

The troubling trains of thought running like mad
Combined into a whirlpool of confusion
Spinning out of hand
Curbing a short cut without direction
Leaving only the tales of self-reflection

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