A new day dawns,
My Tired body yawns,
Spawning into reality,
I dream of the things to be,
And what lies in front of me.
As I play with possibility,
Creating the day I wish to see,
Secretly feeling my way,
Staying close to my heart.
I start seeing it all unfold,
Maybe I'll find some gold.
It's cold out there,
I'll find something warm to wear,
Caring for all my needs,
My body feeds off the love.
You can't get enough of that,
The sun shining up above,
Shoving light into every pore,
My entity screams for more.
Charging it's core,
With energy to explore,
Just what it came for,
The real adventure,
Venture into your consent.
Open up The Present,
Presenting gifts galore,
A world like never before,
Believe in yourself,
Before you walk out the door.
About the Creator
Keith McHugh
Good day to the wonderful soul reading this. I'm so glad to be able to share my art with so many awesome people, with such great imaginations. I hope you enjoy my little contribution. See you in the station.
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