Are you aware of your thoughts?
Do you recreate your dreams?
Do you let them evaporate like the morning dew?
Do they drift and fade back into you?
When you stop and listen what do you hear?
Is it a devil or someone dear?
What kinds of voices are inside your head? Are they living or maybe dead?
Watching the stream flow by with my pole
I`ll take hold of...
A genius` thought
A murderer`s ire
A comforting lust
A child`s long lost dream
Are we poets or philosophers?
Random liars or thoughtless cowards?
In dreams I wake full of my mistakes
and
visions I see,
Where my mind flows is my own mystery
It is the riddle that I puzzle
unsolvable you see
Let me cast deep and draw out the truth I seek
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