Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Even After All This Time, The Mind is Still Such a Powerful Thing.

When I find myself alone
in a silent space
I often hear the sounds
of ideas and thoughts
rumbling around in an
otherwise empty head.

I dream of all the colors
that are too difficult
for the world to see,
or any day.

Pretending that I'm important,
when in reality,
I'm just an imp,
a little underestimated

I want people to understand
that I can only touch
the scope of the world
that I can see,

and when my mind
is worn a bit too thin,
it's often only because

I'm buried under the work
that I create for myself.