Ideas fill up my mind
Ideas are my stories
My poems
My plans for the future

Lion
It's fangs gleaming
It's roar heard from 10,000 miles away
People fear it
And some hate it
Only those wishing death will hunt
The lion

Magic can be heavenly
Or horrifying

Ice is water
Frozen water
You can turn water to ice
And turn ice back to water
It is almost . . .
Magical

Late night is when the sky is black
Late night is silence
Or it could be laughter
Or music
Or sobbing
Depends on the day
The day coming
And the people

Dreams can be fantastical
They can be horrific
Or they can leave you. .
Wondering what just happened
Dreams can take you on journeys
To fictious places
Places from your mind
Dreams can take you anywhere
Good or bad

Where's the good in the world
I don't see it anywhere
I see the hungry
I see the poor
I see the criminals
I see too many prisons
I see unfair laws
I see discrimination
I see abused children and animals
I don't see good in the world
So you're lucky if you have a little but of it