SO NOT real
It's crazy, it's crass.
There's no explanation for what goes through my brain
It transfers to paper and out of my sane
Strange thoughts open and make revelations
They provoke opinions and chaotic sensations
What was I thinking or trying to do?
Sometimes there's no purpose, no sense or a view.
It's just a part of me that exits and spills
Into a void full of queries, questions and wills
My translations to pictures of imagination and dreams
The most obvious part is not what it seems