"Dream's Boats"
I'm in a boat full of dreams.
The world has nowhere to go.
What's it doing to itself?
Getting rid of itself?
Does anybody really care?
It's just not fair.
The time flows like a river.
Sailing in a sea of salt water taffy, without me.
This sea has many themes.
There are reams and reams of paper thoughts in dreams.
The thoughts are absorbed in these dreams.
So are quiet screams.
It's somebody's deluded schemes in their different scenes.
The earth has mystical clouds and skies that give weeping cries.
If they don't let out cries, life dries and dies.
Up and down the people must go.
As the times continue to flow.
Where does it all go?
To nowhere we know.
By Jonathan Billet-
-01.24.2014._.
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