KatieCorrine

Winter landscapes, forests of snow, Dozing off into them when learning what I already know, Sounds of the hunt, of the cruelty of the World, These seep into my subconscious when the mind begins to unfurl, Then I think back to how it's a wonderful thing, A place where I can do anything, I can think up stories, write poetry and rhyme, And yet all the time, I feel this emptiness inside, For the mind can be a wonderful place, We can imagine time travel or travel into space, We can enter The Twilight Zone, And have nightmares galore, But somewhere deep down, I know that's there more to explore, Your own little world can be fun at