I see a road  before me, yet my car is not moving.
I am stuck in this city....
The New City erected from ashes...
I live in that new city, satisfied and awed in a way.
I see so much potential for all of my dreams to lay before me.
I  have found that time no longer holds me down.
Today and now is all I have, in every breath I breathe in.
I float away in the clouds...all while messing them up, making figures
in the clouds.
My dream, I can fly, I never sleep, I ruled this city, a fortress of righteousness.
I spoke through satellites to the nations.
Dreams
I spoke in every language under the sun all running together.
Calling out the end times...
Calling out the righteous and the wicked.
I flew as a bird above this city..
I also was hooked onto a cross in just a loin cloth...
The sky obeyed me in this dream.
Oh to have an apple tree, and one to sit under it with me,
hearing all of my dreams whispered in the ear.
Someone to talk about forever with.
Who could understand or accept such things, but me?
A friend
One who actually knows and trusts in you?
Why can't we be the people we wish we could find?

Be the person that changes the world.

Be the person to stand up and actually have some godly pride.
Leaders full of passion and loyalty to the law of righteousness and
justice for all of the human race.
Sit down just for a minute with me...
What else can I do with it?
Just a catharsis...a draining of thoughts.
Thoughts
Thoughts
Such awesome thoughts.
Am I dreaming, Am I awake?
My dreams are so real now, sometimes it is hard to tell the
difference.
Poetry
Prose
Thought process...
Mind games..
Mind reading..?
Sit down next to me.