Borrow my Dream

The view from my room is still the same. I haven't moved the window. I do move from the room though to the world outside. Trying to write this work, having a job, keeping garden tidy and staying relatively sane, whilst all around me it looks as though the world is falling apart is quite time filling. Where are my words from? Well its trapped inside just waiting for the pen to start working. Please make of it what you will. I feel humbled by you just reading this. Think how I feel when you read my work