lost in the threshold of my being,
I search for lost thoughts,
struggle with reality,
fumble the pretext of the mind,
failing to recover the fumble,
what is the flavor of being within the outreach of our dreams?
when is reality a fallacy of the imagination, possibly never, possibly always;
dream on oh fluid mind,
reap the imagination,
sow the inundation of thoughts not forgotten,
be of value to the hindered soul,
weep in pain with the forsaken,
grieve those we lost, love dearly those who are near,
find format in the vastly disarrayed,
maintain the glow of your beacon,
in the darkness of gloom.
Thank you for reading, this is one of my really off the wall goofy mind rambles but hey, maybe walls really do talk, 😳
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Moe Radosevich
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