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

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