Month: August 2018

gray desolation

heavy clouds, air thick with smoke –

hope in pink sunsets

running with dreams

upon life’s treadmill – unchanged scene –

get out run the world

to break free

will be to wake up

to the world of dreams –

it matters not the color

of the grass –

freedom is a scent,

subtle on the morning breeze,

bracing in its strong embrace.

Arise.