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