...for believers.

the wind chimes quiet,
I got no breeze.
and I'm alone.
do as I please.
a scattering
of mental pics
memories
play dirty tricks
and I'm quick to learn
take my time
the more I see
the world is blind
and the future is a dream
just for believers.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Aug 2012
About this poem:
from some random page in my old journal. hope you like it. it's not meant at all, just so I'm clear, to be any sort of judgement, or religious thing. 'believers' is used more like the 'clap your hands to save a fairy' kinda belief. child-like. :)

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