Place To Be... Poem by Lisbeth Spider

We dare to crawl into this space
Where men are lost in wonderous daze
Hearts do whisper of dangers that creep
Mind does wonders of thrills to seek
Nothing to stop this momentum we feel
Nothing to hold us in this insanity.

Tread wisely all you sons of fools
Guides have left their skeletons behind
Flesh and blood is the sacrifice
Skins and bones show your past
Passing through the days and nights
Prepare your sons for their own demise

For one thing always comes to the wise
A beauty in its pure disguise
This is a present that you cannot dream
This is the moment your soul will scream
'Yes! I'm here at last! '
In The only place to be.