At night I wander; pondering
How I can feel the heat of coffee
Hear the growl of the lion next to my head
And still I'd have no idea how close to death
I am because I still can't see to believe.
I've looked upon reality and dismissed it
Because the simple soul reads too much and I
Like to create raw perfection from table scraps and their elemental parts.
I believe building something is far more important than destroying
And yet we die each day-
Because sleep resets the mind-
And here I am quoting the ravings of my own madness:
Only midgets sit atop giants shoulders-
Tomorrow I'll wake with these madnesses gone
and I'll be alone to dream a new universe.
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