Dreams are a mystery
You can do what you please
Like fly on a cloud
Or swim with the trees
Though this ain't always the case,
Does that really matter?
Now go do a midnight chase
Or go walk the plank
You could go out on a limb;
Go 'head and rob a bank,
Like I did that one time-
Wait, fuck, was I awake?
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Shades of Grey - a Specific, Separate Story for Something
PoetryPoems. Literally poems. Don't question the title. Honestly, I don't even know anymore. It's 11:55 p.m., I don't know what I'm doing. Okay, a sensible description! Let's go! I enjoy poetry, so here's a book of it! This is pretty much a subcategory o...
