Psychedelic dreams,
Images that flash rapidly,
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Like a 16 millimeter camera.
I have the sound of ringing in my ears,
Her eyes are endearing,
Her Lips are motioning,
But no sound can be detected.
I'm somewhere not near my current location,
A place of my own,
Created by preferences pertaining to me,
I laugh instead of cry,
I feel instead of hurt,
I dream instead of sleep.
A place of my own,
No man should require skill,
As it is my own mind that does the accepting,
the judging,
the dreaming,
the creating,
A harsh reality creates the ideal fantasy,
The question being if the fantasy can become a reality,
Not by the grace of god but by the grace of my own,
To have and to hold,
A place of my own.
We all want the best of what we can get out of life.
