Abstract illusions of the human mind,
set us apart from all other species.
The ability to perceive more than we know,
allows us to dream in ways to behold.
Swirling thoughts hung together with reason,
and the desire to create something new.
This makes us look deep within our self and
cause us to ponder in ways yet unknown.
Isn't it wondrous what humans create
in the loneliness of their private thoughts.
Images blurred together like smoke rings,
in the gray cosmic regions of the mind.
Ideas are only conceived by mankind,
while all others just scrape in the earth's crust.
And this separates us from the beasts.To be able to dream,and to feel emotions that makes this life worth living? It is a question mark, cuz to some this is debatable, but nice poem though...