crossing over with idle hands through fact or fiction
with leased access to the living colors
of histories past and future journeys.
they all are wading at our feet.
unaware, like the children of pure soul and heart that are oblivious to the matlock of situations off the top
where their dreams overwhelm them, forcing them to discover the haunted treasures that have been guarded for years
once inside saturday night minds of teens they forget about the lost dreams they once had
the ones that made them laugh and cry.
then many years later
finaly gaining the pride that the elders strive off of in present day
we start showing true emotions,not embarasses of what made us laugh and cry as children
expressing ourselves and the lost treasures of our past at its finest of forms.
but these all turn into public affairs inside the heart of the mind, once you open up and share them
they slowly begin to drive you crazy
the more you talk about it, the more you begin to fall
falling into small pieces of your own selfpity and selfishness
places of wonder on where you went wrong
wrinkles your face into a maze of stressful highways
once agin with limited access to the changing hearts and mind of others................