Yesterday in my tomorrow dream
I saw futures
that felt like past to me.
They fell past,
like floors
on an elevator,
opening up to a higher door.
in a different world
from the one I was in before,
I asked the girl with rainbow hair
her name, she said Eternity.
Skyscraper high rise eyes
look out through misted sighs.
I see the ripples of time
or are they just rhymes?
Bubbling, trying to form in my mind.
In my future dreams,
I see yesterday seas
merging with forever skies.
I see your eyes, and tides that rise,
washing away oceans cried.
I see moonlight draped reality
superimposed over supposed insanity,
and in the middle
an island of our collective hopes.
I row and row, but my boat won't go,
where the currents want to flow.
I ask the rainbow
Where is here? She replies now.
In those upcoming dreams
of ancient history
and delicate fragile
shattered mysteries,
I find shards,
lining the mist less shores,
mistress of madness mulling over the stones
of this beach that I'm not permitted to leave.
Nowhere near home
My hopes just over the horizon,
but my feet are tied in the netting.
Just awaiting the tide to rush in.
The rainbow girl invites me to swim
Stumbled through this future in bed.
Tumbling through the ruins of my head.
Trying to piece the parts together,
repair hearts torn and severed.
I swerve the stationary traffic,
whilst embracing the moving cars.
I see futures in ancient capillaries
Blood seeped in tomorrow’s dreams,
like bursting neutron stars
The girl with rainbow hair
asks why we fight,
I can only reply with a shrug,
and cry,
because this world isn't right, I sigh.
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