Asylum Poem by Dessie McCoy

Welcome to my thoughts where the world tumbles around back and forth, with vivid colors and sounds.
Flowers stacked up tickling the sky in wondrous mounds.
I look upon through the clouds, where I can spectate the scenery that's happening upon the ground.
The greatest sight to be seen was the vibrance seen towards the hills, on how the values dance at the instance of sun down.
I love what goes on in my mind that projects on the inside lids.
The way the weeping gentle giant mountains cry should be a world wonder of it's own.
The courageous stream curls and whines along with the valley of what it roams.
that's the lullaby I go to when in time for sleep or the time to ease, But I will not have the choice to always fell that faint summer breeze.
I snap out of my hallucinogenic trance. I'm back, I nearly cried when I said that.
I wish you could come to my asylum where my emotions are at it's best.