Wild flowers,
Water fall stream,
Misty mountains far along the breeze,
My dreams; so serene
downriver,
Filthy place where I stay,
Could go on & on, though too tired to explain;
I want to go far far away,
My dreams that my heart yearns to stay;
So close; but so far away
Pushing through everyday,
Depression poems are not my forte,
Though it's about to evolve to one now anyway,
You see no drive is an interference;
To not stay where I am today,
To my dream that I want to lay,
In a field of wildflowers; who needs a bouquet?
We all have dreams,
This is mine,
Conquered on the Devils time