Unique

Who owns your imagination
is it you , does anyone know
is it in the street
crowded and shrouded
by humanities fleet
thinking at a pace off beat
could you know the person
you will meet
are we encased by a paranormal sheet
or are we folded
and moulded
to a pleat ,
we don't know
but we all live a life that cheats ,
do you own your thoughts
who knows
because I am beat .

Reality is the unknown
therefore it can't exist
the past is blown
through a memories mist .

Within this dimension
our ageing  minds
discover more tension
we each live
in tomorrows  aprehension
if only you could give
each other a life extension .

DNA
from yesterday
doesn't speak but it says
nothing of tomorrow
but all of what we are
in a today .

Carbon based
where plants and trees
have no face
some of  poison
others of teak  
gasses are boiling
in the air mystic
we like time
keep uncoiling
prediction minds
are so spoiling
each day and life
is so unique
we are each others
own freak .