Naught, Now.

Tired, Silly, Late night nonsense...

Reality and its lovely wounds, 

Gently caressed by the possibilities of 

Simple Fantasies... 

Each and every idea is an Opportunity,
A door opened into the mind of one,

Or sometimes minds of many...  
While the idea itself is real,
It represents a reality that is not,

or maybe not likely, 
or perhaps maybe 

just 

"Not Yet."

Author's Note

Just meandering through the mazes in my mind :)