Written on my wall and captured in the mist,
is a troubled mind and a beating heart
that tells of tales that sink within lingering twists
of tongues and shout-out prayers
to the ones we think of in the time of need
and the ones we trust with our treasured cares.
Written on my wall and captured on the pages,
are wishes gone sour and trapped dreams
that tell of tales of wings stitched in cages.
The doors will open and the birds will soar,
the freedom will be felt as the universe sets a vision into motion –
One of absurdity and One of folklore.
Written on my wall is this:
If not now, then when?
If not today, then tomorrow?
It may never come, so waiting is not worth the risk.