Poetic Speech

I'm troubled by the lack of colors inside the seams that create my dreams| And sound in the noise which create my screams| A dead weight in the liveliness of my stride| Outer-limits enclosed the clairvoyance of my wondering eyes| Shades in illumination| Inner-beauty shackled in the enclosure of the inner mind| Into the open voices of an echoing path| Muddy dirt in puddles washed into mountains| Creating sweet fresh streams to bring life to a lifeless scene| A lonely road we must walk upon to reach the depth of the surface we were first brought on| And a gray scenic route exposed a rainbow inside a dormant cave| Glowing below a wind that sets the sea to waves| And waves exposed the deepest earth to the outer light it escaped for so long|

We all dream of a better tomorrow| I often daydream of a better today| Sleepwalking on a clouded haze| Sheeps dressed as wolves jumping on an open field| A cow gliding over the half crescent moon| No nights nor mornings| Only afternoons| No tall buildings| No skyscrapers| A moss field with roses| On the right, an undiscovered rain forest| The left host the farms| And five miles, there's an ocean| No tyranny in sight| No need for politicians| No oil nor the need for cars| No government| Let nature control our lives| No television| No more propaganda misleading| I see the truth from my window| Everyone runs and shares the land| All living together sharing one rooftop| Eating the earth's offerings from the gardens| I see from the mountaintop a sun that shines so bright| Yet overcasts the skies| Light waves stumble across the waters| Dogs off leashes disobeying owners| A land of hopes and dreams| A land without borders| ...