A younger me use to dream,
dream of places I've never been.
Things are not as they seem,
my world-a scope with a theme
my eyes- reflections of a narrow mind
my voice- lonely as a winter owl. feeling whats
left of senses that say come and play.
In the world beyond my world
a world beyond the stars
fairer than Venus, Jupiter and mars.
I sit in lobbys, and dream
dream of whats out there.
but its okay- my plane is here.
Mythical_Poet- draft 1
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