Dreams are the mind testing its limits
A colourful city, a wonderful adventure
Move one brick and the whole dream pivots
Time is no matter with any number of minutes
The subconscious toying with tedious conjecture
Dreams are the mind testing its limits
To the future to marvel at scientific exhibits
To the past to experience Einstein’s lecture
Move one brick and the whole dream pivots
Imagination the only obstacle that inhibits
Creativity a fickle beast, a necessary creature
Dreams are the mind testing its limits
Hold on to your memory as it’s only snippets
Fleeting visions set for a quick departure
Move one brick and the whole dream pivots
To relive time with a loved one is worth any digits
A momentary manifestation of utter rapture
Dreams are the mind testing its limits
Move one brick and the whole dream pivots
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J. Arthur Collins
Aspiring author and envisioning a life lived as a games designer and a lead writer.
New to Vocal and new to writing publicly. I am ever excited to begin both and I hope you enjoy my journeys.
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