Mars

The time of morning when we wake up from a beautiful dream that’sbeen created by the demons and Angels in our mind.

Mars

As the sun rises
The mind sets
On a horizon of space
And joyful chaos,
Carrying you on a journey
Of laughter and confusion
Through an orbit of mischief,
Only returning,
By holding the hands of the stars,
Who lay you back down
In comfort and wonder,
Until you awaken fully
Wondering, if your voyage was true
As dreams can tell lies,
Though what can’t be hidden
Or ever taken
Is the sparkle left in your eyes

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