Get caught up in my thoughts and such.
Make dreams realities and wet paintings touched.
Where stars are dark matters burning lights.
Caught in thoughts
Where birds take wingless flights
and fish live in trees.
Sense isn't made by dollars making change.
When the sun reverses and becomes the moon,
tides sucked into the ocean's vacuum.
I think too much,
Like dreams are strange.
When realities are no longer games.
©2015 Sharbi3
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