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Thoughts In Space
What I say might sound crazy, / And different from what you find / Illuminate the air in the sky with my mind. / These thoughts are a beacon to leave you affected, / These words were one thought until I stretched it. / But / I've got this etch kit to scribble with feelings / Even though I'm dyslexic, / My concepts backwards and hectic. / Shocking you when I say / I'll shock you like wires and volts do, / And expose you. / Constant moving thought / I think strangely, / Stand in the corner grinning, hands clenching. / Reality spinning / No we're not winning, / People sinning. / Whoever's listening I hope you're not the dark devil. / Truths revealed about life / Reality misunderstood / Death's a lie, we're on a ride. / Thoughts collide / Inconceivable thoughts that escape my mind / Blind mind in the dark with a magnifying glass, / Then look up to the tic-toc-ing hour glass. / People FRAGILE and shatter like glass / Paint this picture on the wall scribble scripture from paint mixture. / Are colors real? / What we see can be wrong / All thoughts incorrect, / Erase history and our book of truths. / I ponder ideas from endless white places that raise questions: / Where am I? / There's more to this place than meets the eye, / That being what doesn't meet my eyes / Lies deceiving me that there isn't more than what I see. / Question everything, think like this / Try my style crocodile, / Evolve from swamps and reptiles and life cycles to one mind style. / Came from one crock-pot, / We were one soul before shattered glass fragments and grains of sand in deserts. / Open jack-in-the-box head holds my mind / Open to let concepts in / Burst out stars and thoughts to the cosmos / I'm part of everything. / Conscious souls still dancing through physics and time / No law the facts you know are wrong / Impossible to know anything at all. / Knowledge is what we think is true but is not / Beyond human thought, / Out of reach like no grasp. / Endless spinning conscious force plays where in space? / Winding like the wind flows in gusts / Deep through pockets of galaxies and infinite direction unseen
