complex things

The battle is still not over

remember, this will last longer than a single day.

those pricking thorns of truth

are the only way out to think.

closed eyes wide open minds,

freedom to dream

jotting dots to make intentions alive

joining, the hinges of that impressive closet

sliding,

hettich.

complex changes

pools of ink

grating faults.

opened arms

thirsty chest

swallowing soul,

questions never asked

confusion.

My world, my life,

we will have to make them believe

even if the time asks

give it,

desire,

holding hands

let the dream come alive.