I woke up and tried to reach the horizon ranch.
In my yesterday's sweats the mixture of feelings In I saw my pains.
Oh mother where are we?
Outside I see birds walking, we serving.
Lions being chased down. peacocks fighting. Society is in it’s vile pace.
Deciduous trees bearing leaves and animals in city streets.
I promise that my eyes are betraying me,
my heart stranded in an oasis floor;
Mirages…
All of my stories are told without being told.
In the air I see it's presence.
Who cares about them, a nomad crossing the pacific,
Fighting the dark corals crossing peasants.
Meaning was then defined;
Arabian nights are deep and poetry, history said,
Barbarian nights are feasible and bloody,
history said.
Roman days are victorious and troys, history says.
And the human beliefs are notorious and stare -history witnesses this.
That still the inks are dim.
Or my glasses are blind due to the fog from thought factory.
Confusing the finders of what is good and bad or my views are weak.

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