His name was,
Something out of this world,
Maybe a fabrication.
Maybe a mistery.
She said it was close to impossibility,
The way he moved with improbability,
The feel of his presence.
So, I'm here trying to see,
If he's real.
The half imagination,
Half reality.
In the physical I've been hurt,
So I walk the path of the mental.
The dreams with streets,
Of joy, like candy to kids.
Am zoned out,
Out of this plane you can say,
I feel the wind below me,
Beyond the faces,
I see the atoms,
That hold reality.
Maybe I'm crazy,
Tell me if it's true.
Show me the way,
The right way to see the stars,
I've been wanting this,
Ever since I fell into this hole.
So dark , I'm swimming in circles,
At the same point where I begun,
Save me from me.
Layers and layers.
Truths and lies.
I can't see past the two sides,
Love and hate.
What should I believe,
Fantasies and reality.
Tell me what to touch.
As complex as this is.
The simplicity lies in my soul,
That dreams to be free,
I should fly with the birds,
Or be in sync with the trees,
Or flow free like water.
In the ocean with the little fish,
Surviving in circles.
Get in touch with the galaxies.
The stars dangling with joy,
Let me get into that vibration,
That freedom,
Free my soul.
Beginning of the dream
JE LEEST
THE WILLOW TREE
PoëzieIt's a struggle for my sanity through a moment of rage and out of space, psychetry is my build as I layer my truths, it's a journey, the second trip
