If I was to open your mind,
What would I find ?
A whole lot of nothing and dreams.Dreams of the future,
dreams of utopia,
dreams of where I'm more than a watcher,
and dreams of dystopia.Maybe you'll be a rocker!
Singing in a rock and roll band,
or perhaps your a mocker,
laughing at the ants from your high comedic stand.Perhaps you'll be a photographer ,
taking pictures of the worlds beauty.
You take pictures of the Earth's luster..
Anything from the blue sea to the lush forestry.Perhaps you dream of your desire ,
Maybe you want to do more than observe.
Your tired of locking yourself away in the room with the burning fire.
Perhaps when you achieve your dream of shredding your shy scales you can find love.Whatever you dream of stop dreaming on the highway
before you crash your car ,before the end of day.Maybe you dream of a utopia.
Peace fills the air, faded is the violent flare. Everyone has a reason to care. No one wants to go , we here love the finite flow.Perhaps it's darker. Our primitive ways led to our collapse before dawn
We're part of the chess game of the universe's plan, our time has ended, ain't that thought provocative? Especially when you notice use humans were always a pawn?Whatever your dream is break free,
Stop dreaming on the highway.
Please return to reality!
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Finite Flow
PoetryA collection of poems and short stories .some of the poems and stories roots stem from my mindset ,some are just character ideas I had and decided to turn into a poem or story and some are just a poem about some fantasy world I conjured up. enjoy...