Turn around another corner of your mind,

gravitate towards the impossible life.

Beams of light,

through green curtains,

filtered as life through lies

we’re told.

Constant is the sound of rain,

thunder the bass to life

and rain the cleansing of

the things that crowd my head.

I cannot take what

was never real,

dreams are fine

but will they ever be….

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