Imagine days of past

My mind of youth, days of past so confused so deluded.

Unknown grounds rocky roads, departed souls.

Entwined in a world of poisonus minds, 
Life’s trap door tryna fade the pain..The pain of life, life’s pain plan.

Games of snakes and ladders final destination unknown.. Unspoken words, cold lies dirty truths.

Mind of present concluded past.
Present Peace. Simplicity at it’s best

..BTWR 

Originally posted on my old site Cloudywaves 

©Breathe Think Write Release 2016

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