Around the people and the environment which seems to capture,
The time and the place in which I do not want to be,
This world that lurks and lingers into my vision seems to cloud the very sky,
To the point where the clouds seem dark and then magically part and give way,
To the rebirth of the idea of the world that is mine,
In this nightmare I control my own reality and make it my own,
To change my dreams with mere thoughts is to,
Change my life with actions,
Not words,
One that could hold the hopes and dreams of the mine that may never be properly conveyed,
Shown to the world that is my own,
This eternal sunshine that is my life and the mindset which makes me a part of my own world,
Is all just a small piece of me and to the puzzle that is my own inner workings
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