Inception

I see the stars,like tiny dots
On a vast expanse of black cloth,
Without a doubt,I paint out loud
The constellation of my thoughts..

Thoughts big and small alike,
They ride with me on a traveller's night,
In search of distant hope and fear
They make my imagination real..

For I see a river flowing,
with sounds of wisdom echoing
into my experiential ideation

As I awake to myriad possibilities,
As I awake to myriad possibilitites,
All with a little thought...