Something that could be a halucinogen Something that not all could equally enjoy Something that could take life, If constructed perfectly.
Such are the words of a writer, Provoking the dreams of word dwellers Pointing at the hearts of the weeping, Building the world for toddlers.
Still the dangerous part Is too dangerous to discuss. Nothing more cunning, Than the words of a writer.
Sharp like sharpest of blades, Bringing out the worst to light, Or hoarding it in the deepest of secrets, The most powerful weapon of all time.
The beauty is if they are halucinogenic Taking the eyes to a different reality, Turning beliefs upside down Yet, the dangerous one of all time.
Dedicated to all the wonderful writers and readers around me.