What does the mind's eye see?
Images of dreams and delusions?
Dreams weaving reality?
What does the poet see?
Empty hallucinations lost inside?
A shape twisting and creating itself
In many different colours and shades?
Take this oniric veil out of my mind
Allow me to perceive what you see
Muse, don't ban my sight
God, I need to awake!
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One day in the life of a lonely poet...
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