Feet burning on the slate,

Stepping out of this state,

Won’t be as easy as fate,

pulling me out with bate,

Stealing all the hate,

That temper greeds to create. 

I opened the door and expected someone to be there. Even though I knew no one would be there. 

The sun blinds, but I don’t need to be shaded. Time flies but it seems like a lifetime waiting for tomorrow. 

Things changed for me when I realised, maybe we had the same dream last night.