It seemed poetic at the time... A thousand glowing spiders Sparkle ceaseless as they move A castle there lies On its back In the clouds flat and smooth Illusions of dimension Play out before these eyes Which are portals of their own illusion All a fantasy without consideration For alternate live possibilities But smiles are formed and faded anyhow And we enjoy the time The oh so pleasant time Which being spent watching Is drastically as ineffective as it claims And these stone fortresses of magnificent shapes Grow around us For pleasure of enjoyment And the oingo boingo plays "change" While in a resful quiet gaze My thoughts grow long And extend at length Past a physical universe To an opening which must have appeared When alas the earth had begun These legible lines Making only certain sense Chronicle the experience The terrace permits To thke watchers watch From their still bird pirches And the religious ones erect For "god" and "devil" churches But as an observer Documentation must suffice So the traveling roadside aracnids Burn as mini tastes of fire So creating a gap specifically for thoughts If specific persons Who sit in unknown places Doing unknown things For stars not to see Thus pen and paper let me glimpse the inner _____ Of theses familiar souls who I can't seem to recognize This ancient metamorphosis called change Perplexes the humble and reases the zealous So let it be and let yourself be it For Freedom is the ability for one to react however they may choose, to anything and everything, while, in turn, everything and anythingi may react as it wishes towards you.