It seems
that my dreams have
become a parallel
track.
I stay still waiting for
the next realm of
reality to rear it's ugly head.
Instead there is a dead
kind of perspective
that puts my mind to
a future dread.
My thoughts have been tortured.
my fortune sits on the outskirts of
my being,
Finally seeing things
for how they should be.
Finally planting a tree of thought
who's roots
spread throughout
mother nature,
supplying a new foundation of
new thought throughout the nation.
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