I may be strange,
my mind rearranges
the mundane into mirages.
Imagery out of the ordinary.
It creates vast oceans
from mere droplets of thought.
Landscapes from a single grain
of sand-like contemplation
and it teases me with temptation
to create whole worlds
of unfathomable beauty.
I may be weird, wired a bit wrong.
Synapses reading along,
but the words belong
in a moth-eared tome.
I may be odd, lost in a trance,
when my thoughts start to dance
across my eyes.
I manifest my destiny sometimes.
Other times,
I let the waves carry me,
like driftwood to distant shores.
Where the view is diamond lined
and it shines so pretty.
I may be complex, my head
sometimes takes a while to reconnect,
like it's been walking across country,
seeing the beauty
in the scenery,
before flying back
and locking back on to me.
I get lost in the world,
uncomfortable with people around,
I get crowded by
the lights and sounds.
When I do,
I take to the clouds,
I fly though the atmosphere.
witness the stratosphere,
let it take away my fear.
Before I return again,
and reality bends back around,
takes its time to blend,
but soon it simmers down.
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