This is the place where I can wonder
The place where I can dream and hide
This is the place where I can run
Walk
Sit and lay
This is the place I call home
This is the place where I don't worry
Where I don't question their love
The place where I don't need to feel
The place where I can whisper
Speak
Yell and scream
This is the place I call home
This is the place where I'm not afraid
Where I can wander
Where I can get lost without losing myself
Where I can trip
Fall
Stand and cry
This is the place I call home
This is the place where I can hide
Where I can watch through the trees
The place I can spy
Where I can watch from afar
Near
Up close
Touch and hold
This is the place I call home
This is my woods
My dear old trees that provide protection
My hidden hideouts
My secrets' best friend
This is the place which I hate to have to leave
The place where I want to stay forever
This is the place I call home while peering on my old house
The house which I have forsaken
The house which I do not wish to return to
So, I'm sorry dear woods
But, I have to leave
I can't stay here and hide
I can't stay here and cry
I must make my move now
No time to ponder and sit
No time to think and lay
So, I look back at you my dear home
And I must apologize
I'm sorry my dear old woods,
But you are only a dream
Only my dream.
CZYTASZ
Inside the Minds of the Unspoken
PoezjaA journey occurring over the course of three years in which unspoken thoughts can finally become reality.
