Dreamers Alley Poem by glen glens

There is always a place for our insanity,
In the vast, wild ocean of the dreamers alley,
Where the light is green on a bed of opulence…
Change and choose to an extend diversity.
Through the deepest dark to the unknown scene,
A reverse counter back and forth a long phase of fire…
The poor child reach a rest so bounty,
The poor child attempt of the lost eternity.
Time moves quickly as fast as time moves slowly,
Where time a non-existence; hence fading shadow to the coming shore….
To the blind heart cross and the greedy man takes pity,
In the same vast, wild ocean of a dreamers alley.
Time moves quickly like the busy train of the city,
Time moves slowly a lonely heart of sanctuary.
The night still and quite, the taken madness to echo and echo…
Losing sides of the burning circle rolls a steep forward,
To a time of non-existence in a place no one owns...
Unconstraint change of waves, down entrap and fantasy explore,
The truth and peace of ever searching; descend to the empty shore.
To the vast, wild ocean of the dreamers alley,
Caught in between the parallel of equilibrium…
The choice for a search; thus the search for the choice...
A glimpse of the wild world the warrior must follow.
Today is another day for tomorrow another sorrow;
Let the waves take it all away! from that struggle,
From that another shore the difference we don’t know,
And into the end of and unto the continuation of our desires….