What am I writing for?
Why?
Every week I open my laptop,
And pound out a poem,
Or a chapter,
Or an article.
Or a meaning,
Bound up in these words,
Lost in translation,
Between my mind,
And this page.
And the eyes that read.,
Trying to glean,
Some meaning,
From my strange dreaming.
Tag: dreams
Keep Dreaming
Dots form a line,
Lines form a shape,
Shapes form the time it takes,
To make meaning,
From nothing at all,
So keep on dreaming,
It still has meaning.