When your eye lids finally clock out from blinking…
You find yourself sinking into a deep sleep as if the sand man invited you into his castle…
And your body lies still like a compressed flower in your journal…
Your mind may wander into the atmosphere…
And your emotions ignites the images trailored by your thoughts…
Causing you to star as the lead role in the scenerio’s you create…
Still directing the monologue destined to be remembered when you awake…
Only promote the positive motion pictures, nightmares will never sell at the box office…
-Ricky “Randum” Maeweather
Ricky Maeweather 