Walking in those streets,
it’s not real, only a silly dream
not a nightmare, but an
illusion created by mind
with some creative seens
but it’s a prefect delusional
street filled with memories
and forgotten dream’s
walking like a king I
think my senses are
not that much clean
craziness is on its peak
seeing nightmares frozen
like thousand seas
hearing some voices
waking up from this
unconscious dream
sun has been already up,
but my conscious just
want to go back to sleep.
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