Turning paper into gold.

In the middle of the night

In the darkest of hours

Penning down to free my thoughts

That have been locked behind bars.

The thoughts grow and grow

Until they're too big for the mind

They grow wings, start to flutter,

But I catch them in good time.

Eyes feel tired and sleepy

But the soul lies wide awake

I turn to my heart, it's fragile

And it's about to break.

Silence grows louder each second

And the aura of fear of the night

Yet still I muster the courage to ream

Still waiting to see the light.

In solitude I spend these moments

Not lonely but all alone,

Thoughts fill the mind, some I don't want,

Some leave me shaking to my bones.

Lost in all that is mine,

And all that will never be,

All that makes up my life

And all that's breaking me.

Exploring all my confuse brain

This ever moving train of thoughts

It's moving forward, on & on

Never to be stopped.

These complicated thoughts of mine

They make my now & me

They cluster up and make myself

and all I'll ever be.

Taking infinite dimensions

My future is what they mould

I'm finding strangeness in my wonder

And turning paper into gold.