My Magical Room

As a little boy I sat in a room, always having visions of what some would call doom. I would close my eyes and darkness would appear, being able to see many things and not be able to hear. I would see things that would wiz through my mind, looking much closer, I knew it was a sign. Blonde hair, brown hair, black hair or red, when ever I finished having a vision I was always by my bed. This room of hopes dreams and fear, is the place to my heart that is so dear. It took me away from my troubles held deep within and fathomed me with peace which would shed me a tear. Copyright © waynster ... [2004-02-12 19:22:32]