These four walls
Familiar yet new
Close in
Expand out

Industry calls
Preys upon dreams
Sets its goals
Upon those who crave
The glory days
Built up from birth

They permeate all forms
Of things that touch
The human heart
The human mind
The human soul

They serve themselves
Before all
They serve themselves

There they stand
Like new again
In the mind
Think tank back

Spots on the map
Where we've been
What we've seen
Who we are
Refects upon today
Looks the other way

Ghosts of the past
They haunt the ground
And alter the course
Of travelling sound

Those that rise above
Seem somehow to know
That they are the ones
Needed in the plows
That grow the fields
Of wicked wheat

And then there are
Those that are unknown
Here as nothing
There as something

Also an expance of futures
Calling and drawing
In all directions
And for all reasons
They can't get enough
And you push some aside
Only to have them
More overtly contrive
A decent explanation
For what they provide

Soon they say
We will be
And it is believed
But the truth is alive
In what we perceive
The outcome of which
Is nothing without
The garden
We grow

Go

i had a dream of
emerging into dark empty void
warm comfort infinite expance

the twinkling lights around my head dance.
all my worries are faded and gone --
i sit here thinking of a good expance
that i cannot seem to look upon.

my heart is longing for a new sounding
of a drum that seems to be too distant.
i am still hopeful that it is astounding,
without hope sanity is nonexistent.

A true master matches his skill to the challenge.Whitt to whitt,mind to mind,emotion to emotion.
When you walk a mile one way in resistance,then i,my dear,will walk a mile the other way.until the vast expance is to far to feel.
The closer you move in the closer I will come,I will bind my heart to yours given the option.
As tides I will go in and out with you in love.
But if there is more out than in then the shore will one day no longer kiss the sea.

Vast, grand, expance.
Open, ever changing, mystifying.
Crystally, foamy, blue.
Salty and fresh calming your breath.
Sandy shores outline you like a map
Topiagraphy jaggade and rough in a smooth clean natural way.
You sing us your song as the tides move in and out sweeping at the surface.
You draw us in by the breathtaking colors and movements that are emitted.
Laughter, happiness, hustle, and bussle all riddle you on warm sunny days.
But when the storms sweep your horizons people shy away.