I stand still to think one day
"Am I dreaming?"
This question irks
my illuminant soul.
Quickly, I pinch myself
I feel no pain,
no sorrow, no joy.
An emptiness consumes me.
In the depths of mind
I wander around
slowing creating a
world which does not exist.
A world full of chaos
and peace. In a flow
the ocean crashes
against the giant skies.
My world is unstable
unending unbearable
to those who enter the
caves of my mind.
Wandering wishless
in a world of my creation
I put this question forth to you
"Are you sure you're awake?"
Dec 3, 2011
Dec 3, 2011 at 10:24 PM UTC
I stand still to think one day
"Am I dreaming?"
This question irks
my illuminant soul.
Quickly, I pinch myself
I feel no pain,
no sorrow, no joy.
An emptiness consumes me.
In the depths of mind
I wander around
slowing creating a
world which does not exist.
A world full of chaos
and peace. In a flow
the ocean crashes
against the giant skies.
My world is unstable
unending unbearable
to those who enter the
caves of my mind.
Wandering wishless
in a world of my creation
I put this question forth to you
"Are you sure you're awake?"
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