Sand Jams and Dreams
Thoughts are like flowing sand
for once they gain even a small entrance
they flow in
and keep the once open door of the mind
from closing
and still they enter
bring in ideas and dreams
doubts and fears
hopes and fruitful imagination
layers upon layers
each a foundation for the next
each hiding the one before
until a mind must open fully
or clog with stagnant possibilities
Sand Jams and Dreams
Very interesting poem.
I love this poem! It's very good. -Reaper FReeper