A Trip Down A Forgotten Road

Where We All Have Been

In the minds of others

Watching as our day turns dark

It was gloomy from the start

So no surprise there

The thoughts that we think

Are they not our own?

Have we just borrowed them many times

From other people who also borrowed them from more people

Every day is new in some way

Even though it is also a repeat of the day before

Where do we draw the line?

The lines all blend

Into one mix

One line begins

Another line ends

To live a life of reason

Is to think beyond possibility

Living reality blending it with fantasy

Making something inconceivable

Believable