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Truth New to me
could be old to you,
what's chaos for me
could be normal to the next boy in blue.
Walk softly, upon a golden forest
shimmering within the mercury rivers,
fear not my oasis
those are just shivvers we can see,
warn me when you get the quivvers-
that's when we feel what's unseen.
Is my reality a little different?
Each poem a puzzle of blatent scenes?
Imagination so vivid
when my reality is living
within the forest of my mind
of golden forests greater than we dream.
