A poem inspired from a little mind-expansion.

 It’s like a dream

But I’m awake

Like waking up from reality

Everything’s so crisp and every touch is there


All the colors shine

Even the darkest black is bright and vibrant

Nothing makes sense

Only that’s the thing that makes the most sense

My thoughts are poetry

That’ll stay in my head or be spoken

Yet both ways mean the same

Everything’s real

From the most Worldly to the Otherworldly

Don’t let them take it away

The mirror reflects it all

Comes right back at us

Even the things only the consciousness can see

Just take a look

Submitted: January 02, 2011

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