With Open Eyes

What are dreams,
visions to roaming minds?
So it seems.
Yet what is mild to the conscioussss
is in closed eyes sharp.
That shadowed wish
by daylight,
is a horse to its beggar
to ride in sheets.
To elope to flexible illusion

What is a dream,
a mere contradiction of reality?
That thirst to have it longer,
a near definition to insanity?
Are but the laws of gravity
limited to a fallen apple.
Have we exhausted all
to a point of mediocrity?
I dream with open eyes
to see clearer.



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“Write what should not be forgotten.” ― Isabel Allende View all posts by kyoespeaks

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