Mind running free and living in perpetuity
a garden among the trees and inside I cannot flee
for it soars abound and with an abundance of worlds
not contained inside of the space of self, this container, this shell
my mind travels through the different planes of existence
no turbulence
jumping from lucidity to awake, carrying along the conversation
without pause from the sleeping state to a more aware frame of mind
the water soaks the ground, the grass grows, along with the vines
those vines that reach out for more height, stretching higher and higher
see those are my aspirations, my wants, my desires
from an optimistic soil, dealing with a realistic spiritual journey and life
that does not happen while my eyes are seeing the light, no sunlight
truly exists in the mindscape of my mind, this sunrise and sunset is all mine
but there is where the bars begin, for I live more life there, where I imagine
these places my subconscious and astral body go leave this world lacking
always waking up from slumber, wishing for more, but no reacting
truly there are so many words, stories, tales, and adventures to be heard
the problem is this garden in my mind is always a bit of scorched earth
for where there is green grass and vines, majestic trees and pines
so flows the tornados and hurricanes and heaviest of storms
powered by words and thoughts consistently being born
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