It took me into the poets mind,
to myself I became blind.
I no longer existed,
everything seemed twisted.
These words cast a spell,
in my brain they left a trail.

We are what we think,
in words some of what we ink.
I became the read,
of anothers words of seed.
Not wanting to get consumed totally,
I tried to break free quickly.

Resistance was futile,
the magnatism was brutal.
I had to complete my journey,
or regret it for eternity.
All of a sudden I awoke,
the spell was broke.
The read belonged to me,
a poets dream you see.

G