Inspiration: Yea, I don't really know what this means. But do daydreams ever make since?
Sleepy eyes drifted off
to learn the beginnings of a forgotten truth,
and inhale the deep brown passion
of a woman in need.
To spin circles of life
on a convoluted world,
and fly effortlessly off
towards the bowels of hell.
And learn the ends of the earth
were graveling at the seems,
and opening widely
to make room for elegant dreams.