Bouncing thoughts.
Close your eyes      Let me know           All the wonders                Upon your mind                I wish to see           Phantoms race      As you leave reality For somewhere kinder Do you dream?      I wonder…           About the beauties               Which you must know               All the possible sights           And joyous sounds      Of which you could speak And fight the purest souls For the claim      To earned status           As most wonderful gift               To tired eyes or heated hearts               Without too much real effort           You could make the world flutter       And burst into random happiness With just your mental clutter
