I wanted a thinking space,
A place
For my mind to voice itself out,
Without getting lost
In chaotic bustle of people,
Who seem to race against time.
I wanted a dreaming space,
Ablaze
With my imagination running wild,
Onto papers with ink so bold,
Captured, so one day when I am gone,
My works might be known, I hope.
Copyright © thearcticstar 2016
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