Beauty of the Mind

A fiery solstice of tranquil compassion and lie high in the sky in a beautiful fasion, in a blanket of bright in the night as you look like a dream you had read of as a child in a book, so suble they move, well it seems it is so, but you could just be blinded from that terrible glow, now you thought of a dream that you could compare, but its not just a dream it is a nightmare, not lucid at all , you have no control like evading the gravitation of a timeless blackhole, do not be afraid it was all just a dream can be happy or sad, its whatever you percieve, just remember my pretender it is all inside you'll find, so many possibilities its the beauty of the mind.