Little grains of sand,
Slipped through my fingers;
As I dwell on my dreamland,
I couldn’t help but linger.
What if no evil existed?
What if there was no bond of adoration?
Into this philosophical flow I was drifted.
With no awareness of the duration.
I settled in this realm of imagination.
Where there is no order of creation.
Where I am ignorant of all mortal’s complication.
Out of the blue, I felt a tap on my shoulder,
I turned around;
It was a reminder,
That I am still on this simple,beauteous ground.
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 6:33 PM UTC
Little grains of sand,
Slipped through my fingers;
As I dwell on my dreamland,
I couldn’t help but linger.
What if no evil existed?
What if there was no bond of adoration?
Into this philosophical flow I was drifted.
With no awareness of the duration.
I settled in this realm of imagination.
Where there is no order of creation.
Where I am ignorant of all mortal’s complication.
Out of the blue, I felt a tap on my shoulder,
I turned around;
It was a reminder,
That I am still on this simple,beauteous ground.
Thoughts in class, on the road, on the beach, asleep...etc
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