I hear the echoes of thoughts once created in my past
they moan and cry to me knowing it is time for them to go
silently to the outer world they leave my prescence
yet loudly they try to hang to what once was but won't be

fast emotions crawl towards cliffs of broken memories
never knowing a feeling from an image created by fear
Is it all real or is it what I know but don't dare to break?
Time tells to let go my foul distorded broken visions

slowly the darkness filled images start to fade
it seems a light will soon shine upon newborn thoughts
new landscapes spawn from the spark of my imagination
creating worlds to be explored without any prejudice