When I dream



I dissolve

I fly

I sink

I cry

I pretend

I live

I turn red

I am shy

For when

I dream

I am disrobed

Of the life that

I learned

To live with

And I tumble

Back to the station

Still room

Filled with nothing

and mirth of swines

Oh when I dream

I meet souls

And Gods

And lunatics who

Laugh and cry

With all their might

So when I dream..


Oh how I wish

Someone would pay me

For dreaming

So high

So lot.


So when I dream

Of dancing in the rain

When the four eyes stare it


Through the looking glass

I paint

Another world

Where someone, somewhere

Yet me

Is alone, away

Afar and gay.



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