From my perspective
The birds free among the clouds
Never are they the same
When coming home
The door, the eye, when closed
Nothing is known
Only the open senses
Make reality real
When you invade me
The dream opens the way
To oblivion of what's
The meaning of it all
I am seducing the perspective
To fit my desire
To punish reality
Making the dream true
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