A creative escapeA Poem by Owl ArcticCreativity and dreams Creativity,
is it a Blessing or a curse? I
shall never know It creates
worlds yet destroys souls Truly
the only supper power The
ability to build a universe through thought Using
words as its only building blocks And
as for limits there are none And
rules but one To DREAM
But
to dream is not only to imagine or to design Rather
to believe and to feel It
is to make it real In
your heart and your mind And
that is where the catch lies For
when dawn calls the soul back to the body The
soul shrinks back and hides Otherwise
it might die For
the shock of waking up to reality Ways
heavily on the mortal body The
which could cause the souls chain to break Sending the body to an endless sleep, never to wake So,
you see a body with no soul cannot exist Neither
can the body walk between dreams And
so, the cost of creativity and dreams A poison to reality © 2018 Owl ArcticAuthor's Note
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Added on May 13, 2018 Last Updated on May 13, 2018 AuthorOwl ArcticHannah, UTAboutLife is a roller coaster, some days you fly higher than the sun and others you swim lower than light reaches and in the majority each day fallows a similar pattern but if you look at each day close in.. more..Writing
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