Poem

Is this the world we are living, everything is upside down, the colored sounds are wasting the ears, tell me what you perceive when I go down the hill dreams and dreams of colors, one is white, one is blue everything is moving slowly, feeling so heavy, entering to a secret door, the path is clean and your arms are too. blink, blink the eyes can see the gravity, comb my hair in the whitest room step infront of me, and tell me one of your secrets, run and run and keep running, enter, enter into the room, hurry, there is not time to waste, enter, tell me the words, you use to tell me, tell me the words, you use to speak. hold my hand, the secrets are revealed, the red is turning blue, is time to go, the light, follow the light, hold my hand, we will enter into a dream, follow the light, there is not gravity, there is not sound, there is not air breathe, and keep breathing, hold my hand, we will enter into a trance.. trance….

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