an invasion of sorts
freedom means nothing
unless opportunities live
outside the body
body snatchers
I have no time for
but those mind snatchers
I want to meet them
outside my moonlit window
those dreams you keep having
the ones keeping you up at night
how long do you think
they’ve been keeping you alive
and how long before
you can convince them
to take me with you
march two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
Marvelous!
Thank you dear, Rose
simple and nice!
thank you so much
Love!
Thank you, Heather 😀
Very welcome