Dreams Alas
Marvel at that prosperity.
Rejoice in it's majestic fabrication.
Your mind never felt so good.
Forgotten methodical happenings.
Critters running; wildly picking at my brain.
Reading my genetics and dancing with pandas.
Normal doesn't exist.
It is only what each and every mind individually perceives as normal,
whether they base that on what they truly believe
or what they think they are supposed to believe.
Not to mention their intentions with that stereotype.
I swim in the swivels of my neurological pathway infestation.
I dabble into the smoke, I dabble within.
I sought out those interchanging dreamscapes.
The chemicals in my brain are glorious.
Dreams, alas.
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