I Dream In Tie Dye… Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

Some people dream in color,
Others in black n white,
I dream in tie dyed,
When new visions appear, within my mind,
The day can be slow, or I can have the pedal,
To the metal, following those endless white lines,
I have to catch them fast, or in an instant they pass,
Like many stop signs, of my past.
Wow, when everything comes together,
As I hold on tight to my chair, I link the ideas and visions,
With bloodshot eyes, looking through, the smoke in the air.
Certain situations, are placed before us in this short life time,
Guidance and reminders, to get us back to our purpose, our main,
Line. Everyday new side tracks, in life, trying to lead us to, a high red,
Stop, or a dead-end sign.

The Original: Tom Maxwell ©8/20/2022 AD
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