The Dream Machine
The Dream Machine.
These components of aluminum and metal look both strong and flexible,
These bars look like they will be able to handle,
This switch to the left of me is exciting me with sweaty feet and nervous hands.
Stories was told and portrayed through visual images all through my head.
I would lay at the end edge of the bed, place my head and close my eyes and count to nine. Until I was above nine and I couldn't see nothing but the Inside of my mind. I wasn't in my own mind, or maybe I was but I couldn't remember where I was.
This machine of aluminum and metal look both strong and flexible,
These bars look like they will be able to handle.
But I always wonder where will this switch on my right take me?
If left is go into the past. Would the right be to go into my own very past?
This machine of aluminum and metal better be able to handle.
I don't wanna lose sight of this dream.
This vision,
This reoccurring motion of words and actions,
This part of life where I am elevated from the floor,
This part of life is where I wanna be.
As I step into this this Dream Machine. I will emerge a king. I will emerge as a queen.
Into the Dream Machine is where I wanna go.
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