I see...

Majestic stallions, composed of stars, riding tides, of deep night sky,  
In my eyes,

I feel...
reverberations of water on flesh,
as mothers tears give meaning to young sons early death,

I hear anger, in the voice of the old, whipping youths ears, like december cold,

Can i speak? may i be so bold,
as to caress the worlds order, and try to fold,
solid institutions cracking with decay,
whose every single fisher seems to give way,
to a ray,
of light,
previously unseen,
the veiled confusion of darkness ripped by knowledge at the seem,

choose never to break,
from,
my dream world till kingdom come,
drunk off imagination like a pirate off ***,
running with mental agility a bullet out a gun,
when all is said and done,

DREAMS SET ME FREE!
unequivocally,
like an ancient man staring into a stream,
my dream,
reflects me,
and when my eyes close,
i start to see