This poem was written by Richard Troy
Thinking ... dreaming, the mind wanders far throught time -- space -- to another reality Touching ... feeling, the tactile of what's found through mind and place, teaches us locality Experiencing ... "reality", confines who we are with time in haste brings time and place -- to -our- space (realy just a formality) Changing ... growing, with limits only bound by time, the race we find our mortality We think our dreams, feel our touch and discover all our truths We feel our dreams, think our touch and and waste away our youths ...until the day we discover that; we are not bound by what we find our worlds are mostly ours to make, throuh heart, and soul and mind and, I find myself changing - growing, experiencing reality, and touching and feeling, ...but mostly... thinking and dreaming of you.