The walking man with
An umbrella,
The wind making him fly above
The clouds,
His mind is upside down.
His arms too short to catch
His thoughts.
Slowly losing bits of
His mind.
Sun shining while he's holding
The umbrella.
Poor man seeking forgiveness from the one
He offended.
Shadowing her while she's on
Her dreams.
The spirale of time is turning
In reverse.
Clocks are melting,
Their existence fading.
We're living in a man's mind.
Enjoying his loneliness.
Making fun of his heart.
Boys got sex dreams,
He got lucid dreams.
Everything's irrational in
His world.
His truths aligned on the shelves
In a corner of his mind.
Locked in a dark room,
Not even him could sneak in.
YOU ARE READING
A blooming mind
PoetryThis book contains poems about different themes... Welcome to my world!
