All the things Ive seen. All the things Ive learned. Have never prepared me for what has happened. How does one wake up from this impending nightmare? How does one find the peace? Is it sleep? Is it happiness? I look around at the people, They have no feeling, They have no faces. They are an unappealing gray. My head spins looking for a way out. I try to scream but no sound comes. Im in a drowning dream. Out of the corner of my eye there is a light on the wall. I run with all my might. I slip and fall. I dont want to get up. Invisible hands grasp my shoulders and pull me up. They give me a push in the back, I keep running. All the while Im thinking, What will change this gray world? Finally I reach the wall and look, All I see is my reflection. The answer is simple, The key to changing the world... ME.
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