Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Conciousness Of Another Kind

So often I would drift into a dream,
a stream of altered conscious to follow.
Swirling through the pastures of never land,
mesmerized by the sense of time and space
and in my odyssey of countless visions,
never have I sensed my kaleidoscopic life
Clinging to the pleasures of perception,
Beauty of nature was soon forgotten.
Fragile thoughts became my master and magician,
as I strode through illusionary battle fields.
Victories, amidst of praise and applauds,
blazing only to be stumbled on a slippery path.
Humbled and enlightened by my sojourns plight,
Slowly, fumbled out of subjective delirium
Oh, Lo, fate hath no sweet tunes,
for those who trip their tour
Immersed in guilt, I sure deserved no mercy,
shocked, I saw my shadow disappear
Dream fades away, so do the dreamer,
yet another dream conceives in my consciousness
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