I dream of a day
When my soul is free to wander
The field of creation
To romp and play.
Locked in the room of the mind
Battling the demons
I strive to escape
The exit I will find.
Is pain and suffering the key
To understand happiness?
Do dark nights and darker days
Lie ahead of me?
Work to live, live to work
The old means, the old ways
It's time to try something new
To use the thoughts that lurk.
I live in the day
Where my soul is finally free
To create in blissful peace
To romp and play.
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About the Creator
Isaiah Ogilvie
Hello all,
I'm a dreamer and an aspiring writer who is slowly making my way into the world of literature. I'll be posting poems and short stories here, but my dream is to write my own novel and eventually an autobiography.
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