When dreams don't conceive wonderful things
I wonder if slumber was meant for the dreamer....
Certainly it must, for the mind it is lust
To fall asleep peacefully, I meditate, if I don't, I palpitate
A racing mind, pacing to find thoughts that rewind
Through my pillow, I hear my heart beat
The cold seeps through my sheets, will I sleep?
I try to think of unicorns, and angel horns
Fanciful things to help me dream
But faeries pinch me back to realities
It is dark and reality is impudently stark
The wind seems to send voices that blend in noises
Their urgency is no emergency, for reality has no consistency
Nothing is real; this concept is my mind set
the humans that fear this, don't feel the bliss
of freedom, freedom of the mind
it is this kind, that makes us shine.
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 5:15 PM UTC
When dreams don't conceive wonderful things
I wonder if slumber was meant for the dreamer....
Certainly it must, for the mind it is lust
To fall asleep peacefully, I meditate, if I don't, I palpitate
A racing mind, pacing to find thoughts that rewind
Through my pillow, I hear my heart beat
The cold seeps through my sheets, will I sleep?
I try to think of unicorns, and angel horns
Fanciful things to help me dream
But faeries pinch me back to realities
It is dark and reality is impudently stark
The wind seems to send voices that blend in noises
Their urgency is no emergency, for reality has no consistency
Nothing is real; this concept is my mind set
the humans that fear this, don't feel the bliss
of freedom, freedom of the mind
it is this kind, that makes us shine.
A.S.K.
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