Mental Freedom Poem by Nicholas Grass

Dream.
Go inside the dream.
Go inside and feel
The feeling of freedom.

Days.
All these days.
All these ways,
The ways of which I’m holding onto...

Life.
In my life.
In my stride.
Follow me for the while.

For the thrill,
For the trill,
To fill your will,
To overcome the hill,

To run while still.
For now, I’ll tilt;
For thou must not wilt.
So, I’ll not morn what’s spilt.

I know I’ve milked
Out the best of what’s silk.
Silver of tongue
I’m coming from
A land that’s skilled
In the imaginary, weaving,
Seaming the patchwork of my quilt.