If I could not think,
Then I cannot be,
Yet I'm past the brink
Of reality.
I wander on plains
That somehow sustain,
But what I perceive,
You'd never believe
To ever be true
Or part of this world.
Your mind would unglue
And become unfurled
To the realms most eyes never see
Or accept as reality.
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 11:11 PM UTC
If I could not think,
Then I cannot be,
Yet I'm past the brink
Of reality.
I wander on plains
That somehow sustain,
But what I perceive,
You'd never believe
To ever be true
Or part of this world.
Your mind would unglue
And become unfurled
To the realms most eyes never see
Or accept as reality.
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