I open the mystical gate,
And open I find,
A wonderful world,
Beyond,
My imagination,
That I can’t perceive,
Anything,
What is bad?
What is good?
Is this love?
Or am I confused?
In the jungle,
I can not see,
I am blind,
When roaming
This place.
I am in the desert,
A thirst
I have never seen,
Comes through,
And I wonder,
And wish,
This place away.
I am on a star,
Flying,
Soaring,
High above the clouds,
Others
Wonder
When I hit rock bottom,
Where I will be found.
I am where I am,
I found what that
Confused,
Wondering,
Idea
Really is to me.
And open I find,
A wonderful world,
Beyond,
My imagination,
That I can’t perceive,
Anything,
What is bad?
What is good?
Is this love?
Or am I confused?
In the jungle,
I can not see,
I am blind,
When roaming
This place.
I am in the desert,
A thirst
I have never seen,
Comes through,
And I wonder,
And wish,
This place away.
I am on a star,
Flying,
Soaring,
High above the clouds,
Others
Wonder
When I hit rock bottom,
Where I will be found.
I am where I am,
I found what that
Confused,
Wondering,
Idea
Really is to me.
1 comments:
Great work! I especially how you described being in...whatever state of mind she is in...with being in a jungle, being blind. I suggest that you take out all commas, periods, and the capitolizing in the beginning of a line, but don't take out the question marks.
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