Simply gone is where you are,
You're out of place and lost in space,
You visualize inside your brain,
A world in which you define as sane.
Joy is found so tangible here,
There is no pain or vein or fear,
Hurtful thoughts reside inside,
But release themselves wet from the eye.
Everyone has this world them self,
To be grown and to own their mental heath,
No record of thoughts to be spoken of or read,
This world of mine to design lies within my head.
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC
Simply gone is where you are,
You're out of place and lost in space,
You visualize inside your brain,
A world in which you define as sane.
Joy is found so tangible here,
There is no pain or vein or fear,
Hurtful thoughts reside inside,
But release themselves wet from the eye.
Everyone has this world them self,
To be grown and to own their mental heath,
No record of thoughts to be spoken of or read,
This world of mine to design lies within my head.
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