Glad for existence

The mind is a soul

I am a writer with no pen
I have dreams that tell stories
I have real hallucinations that tell poems
Thoughts that explain verses
And I have creations that form from soulful strides
of grasping reluctance

I try to walk down sidewalks
But they go around me
My mind is challenged everyday
When I need it, a prayful trance comes in place
Thanks to God he has given me a writers peace
Piece of mind and piece of body

As I go down this life of dreams
Im always going down an independent road
it seems
That other road that none has ever taken before