Tomorrow
My painter etched the multicolored words inside my head as it spun in this world of bliss. Slowly and gently I was placed upon this burden that has carried me upon it's nonexistance unto the fields of forever. And so I shall stay in this beauty of truth and time. The other side of the night exists and though it is forthcoming about itself many still ponder it's ability to fly. It places your thoughts into the falling stars that trickle down like the stream that cools the fawn. This feathered shadow upon the world is only in my subcontious dreams that lie ahead on the path of tomorrow.