When God speak… Listen.
--That little voice you hear on the inside.
A world of my own
Interpreting reality, and everything around me
finding pieces that seems to be misplaced, and lost
this is the world i live in a world i call my own
nothing is never in place nothing never make any sense
but it’s so understanding, and so compelling to my mind
See my world is a bit confusing, but yet so beautiful
the art in which i see in it gives me so much life
something like a dream that doesn’t makes sense
but have so much meaning to it behind concsious eyes
See my vision is so much deeper than what you may see
the grounds i walk on is my canvas, and everything i see is art
i guess i’m a living form of creation of art a absract image of
what my world may appear to others who dreams, and beyond
See this world of mines has been invisioned by dreams, and forecasts
that showers my world from which my mind brain storms, and manifest
into a cyclone of different forms of thoughts, and imaginations of life
something like painting a picture, a world thats perfect for you
a world that nobody understands but you, a world you can be yourself, and
if no one understands you. You have this world as your foundation, and you
are the beautiful colors that expresses the art of life in which you see it. You are the artist, and the world is your canvas turn dreams into reality the world is yours.
Floating around in my imagination trying to find my destination a place where i belong a place where i am accepted a place where i am free, but where is this place i speak of suppose be? Do i follow my intuition or do i follow this light that shines brightly from my soul which way to go? Could i already be lost, or in a unfamiliar place? Why do i feel like i been here before? Why does it all feels the same? A stream of thoughts just flowing through my mind shall i swim, or just let the water flush me away? wherever i may end up i just hope to be away from here once i’m awake.