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Wings Of Thought
Escape upon the wings of thought,
running from reality.
Blending into free form worlds,
created by the unsaid word.
Flying on the sea of dragons,
fighting perils of rain,
running from darker shadows,
anything to escape reality.
On days it blends, on days it don't,
until the truth of mind and not,
are lost to free form thought,
that said we escaped on clouded heads.
Reality is gone, but a jump away,
a micro step inside the mind,
with vast chambers of worlds unknown,
to future, to past, and present- gone.
No more exist the perils of truth.
I escaped- flying- fighting- running-
upon the wings of thought.
running from reality.
Blending into free form worlds,
created by the unsaid word.
Flying on the sea of dragons,
fighting perils of rain,
running from darker shadows,
anything to escape reality.
On days it blends, on days it don't,
until the truth of mind and not,
are lost to free form thought,
that said we escaped on clouded heads.
Reality is gone, but a jump away,
a micro step inside the mind,
with vast chambers of worlds unknown,
to future, to past, and present- gone.
No more exist the perils of truth.
I escaped- flying- fighting- running-
upon the wings of thought.
Published 1st Dec 2011
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