My head hurts it aches, I feel as though
Well control is a thing of the past, gone
Where is my mind or is the jumble me
Hello? Does anyone really hear my voice?
Perhaps you’re all a part of my dream world
When I wake will real people be standing by
Or is this it this odd world is real after all
Well I guess I’ll see when I do or don’t wake
Reality actually I have no proof of it, hmmm
I suppose I am an ant to the universe in general
A dream to a giant that thinks this earth is dust
Is my air water to them, who live in the ocean?
Do dinosaurs exist and walk above me daily
Questions and thoughts must mean I’m alive
I breath in and out I can see dust particles
So maybe someone on that dust is questioning
Or is that part of my own psychedelic memory
Sometimes my mind wanders or does it go home
Where exactly is home I’m On whose time clock?
Is time real anyway? I guess I’ll leave it all to faith
A truly creative and intellectual write, for as writers we tend to think outside the box even when it comes to our own life and the world around us.
Fee
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on January 28, 2007
Theresa beautiful art and an agless message I think reality is real but we walk it by faith not by sight. This one causes the reader to examine and is thought provoking wonderful work on this one.
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
I think all we humans are, but most of us like to think otherwise.
And another marvelous photo, Theresa.
Also a thought-provoking write!!!!!
Sandie May Angel :o)
Fee
Blessings,
Joselyn