If dreams are far from real .......
Why's there always a wish that they come true???
Where do we rest when sleep takes over .....
No Guesses, No Answer ..... No clue
We let our thoughts wander .....
Our grip not in our hands .....
Our minds is the master we serve like a slave ....
Always amazed at the paths they pave .....
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I love the mist ....... signifies peace and serenity .... We associate it with paths that are difficult to tread ........ isn't it like discovering what's inside the head....
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