On my mind,
flies butterflies of memories.
Landing on flowers of my thoughts.
Driving me into a forest i do want to be, and at the same time don't.
The visions i walk towards are ones to bring laughter upon my face but more so tears to my eyes.
I walk upon a brook of roaring voices i look at the crystal water and look at the reflection, i see. I fall to my knees and see sights of my forgotten dreams.
The power of my mind, that i find this state i am in clouds me down, to a place i want to swim out of and stay drowning in.
