Treasure Island

Mac Adrone Adonay


Imagine


Imagine you're in the middle of the forest
Where angry beasts surround you
Hungry teeth will devour the trembling meal
And bones of yours shall touch the ground
Leopards, bears, and panthers celebrate
A new visitor is welcomed by their milling caves

Imagine you're in the sinking ship
With your family and friends
And yes, finding a way how to survive
But what if just a little hope is there
And the mighty waves will tell the next scene?
You will be drowned, a tragic end of your story.

Imagine scenes that you would die
That night becomes your day
That desperations and weariness flow through your veins
And a tomb waits for your sleep

What will you do?
Simply stop imagining.
Did you see how far can thinking goes?
It is the attitude of the mind that
can change many things.

Submitted: Thursday, January 02, 2014
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