In a dreamlike state, I find myself
Lost in a world that's not quite real
Where the sky is pink and the grass is blue
And the trees sing songs with a melodious hue
The birds have wings of gold and silver
And the flowers bloom in a rainbow river
The sun and moon dance in the sky
As I twirl and spin, not knowing why
I see a creature with a thousand eyes
And a face that's made of starry skies
It whispers secrets in a language unknown
As I listen intently, I feel my mind blown
The world around me shifts and bends
As the surreal journey never ends
I'm lost in a place that's beyond my control
But I welcome it with an open soul.
About the Creator
shallon gregerson
I conspire, create and love making my mind think
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