oblivious to the thinker, to the dreamer of this ..
something aware of something, the something that is this ..
there is life, there is love but it's not even this,
to be sweet sixteen again .. Am I the dreamer of this ..
The thought of I am the dreamer of this,
Poetry in motion my expression of this,
The creation of self and the words that form all this,
The dreamers vision, awareness that make sense of all this ..
The dreamer within a dream awakens from this,
surprised beyond belief that he once believed in all this,
the thought that one had been awake but had been asleep to all this,
the dreamer the dream are no more for there is not even this ..
x daz x
Interesting Piece Nice_1 🙂
I love the line "The creation of self and the words that form all this,
The dreamers vision, awareness that make sense of all this .." it's crispy, fresh and bold. I just can't find a word to describe your piece, for me it's so pure and modest. 🙂
That's nice of you to say Brian 🙂
x daz x
Hoping to read more of your work. 🙂