My Nightmsres walking into my reality;
my dreams refusing to dine with my fate.
Causing conflict between the then, now and next.
The strange stranger,
welcomed into my house.
Strange things thou comet with,
but pray not to push me to the other side.
The me,
in the middle of the matrimony of two hills,
who refuses to embrace each other.
My past, my future.
The horse that i ride,
shoting my arrows of fruits,
known and unknown into the next,
assured of breeding plenty of children.
The intercourse we had last night,
the feotus of our today
and the child of our tomorrow,
coming with strange companies...
I am a stranger in this strange world!
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