The Dreamer
There is whirlpool in my head
A storm of unformed thoughts
A gallery of fleeting images
A staccato of blaring sounds
Arms outstretched I reach for a dream
Amidst a million divergent voices
Here’s my intelligence playing tricks on me
Damn the metaphors and speak plainly
Head in the clouds i reach for that dream
Till the calming of stormy thoughts
When pictures of perfection light up my mind
And crystallized serenity is attained
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