Where Words Roam Free

There's a place where thoughts take flight,

In quiet hours, away from the light.

Far from the noise of the world's demands,

Where pen and paper are held in hands.

No need to speak of struggles and pain,

Or journeys through life's winding lane.

Here, the mind is free to roam,

Creating worlds that feel like home.

It's a space where ideas freely flow,

Where imagination has room to grow.

Every thought, every feeling, entwined,

Unrestricted by boundaries, undefined.

No need for reason or explanation,

Just the comfort of endless creations.

With nothing but paper, a pen in hand,

The mind is free to understand.

No interruptions, no outside noise,

Just quietness that brings inner joys.

The mind can wander, explore, and see,

The endless realms of possibilities.

It's a joy to see where the words will go,

To follow the path where ideas grow.

And watch them bloom into something new,

A creation that's honest and true.

In this place, there's peace that's found,

Where the mind's voice is the only sound.

No agendas, no pressure, just the flow,

Letting words lead where they go.

Here, there's calm, and quiet release,

In this space words find their peace.

The world fades away, and thoughts are free,

In the stillness where the mind can truly be.