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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