Dreams
Mind is occupied by thoughts, Stories and scenes all roam, Haunted by my own ghost, Still have courage to fly across, To the sky; I can control; I know; faith this time; No boundary lines. I'll let the ocean sweep past bay; Another life in bottle floats away, I'll clean up, let go of some space, For my dreams that I have to chase!
2018-05-13 05:58:31
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