Is it the flow of the words,
or the glow of the mind
that make me spill my thoughts in ink?
Maybe the view it provides
or the thoughts that collide
bring life to words on this sheet.
I am not quite sure the reason for the inspiration
but the poems are part of my contemplation.
They open a window in which my feelings can soar
a new world not involved in the war.
The war between what is, and what should be
of what can and what will never be.
My escape from reality
a full dose of purity.
I am no longer restrained,
but free...
Free for my thoughts to explode,
for my mind to wonder.
The reason behind my words
is to find a reason behind my life.