sonnet63

63

3/4/13



enter into dreamscape through comatose

lose yourself in a final wonderland

a place where nobody could be verbose

where you can snow ski or join a rock band

follow your instinct and change the landscape

whatever your preference it shall be.

you wont need anybody to help or aid

solid or mimic ethereality

drink your favourite beverage or shake

eat the most elegant food like things

you cannot steal here, you only take

for our picnics there is nothing to bring

here in your dreams your subconscious

learn yourself more, so precocious