When dreams become reality

And reality bites and screams at you

When the screams become silence and

Forgotten memories are remembered

When darkness turns to dawn and

Silence the singing of birds..

When flocks fly overhead

And the clouds of the sky

Bring coolness to the heat of the day

Life doesn't know what the wind will bring

Memories swirl about the mind

Sinking into oblivion

Rising to meet whatever triggers them

Good or bad

The mind dwells on the memory

And seeks what it will

The focus of it’s own agendas

For better or worse

Are you thoughts your own?

Or were you conditioned to hold them?

Just make sure they are actually right..

Not to your preset notions but to actual reality

That’s all