Treasure Island

jonathan Juarez

(Orange CA.)

boundaries


In a dream
It takes place
In a time life
A single thing
Makes the mind
Throughout space
Just to bring
Love to find
As it knocks
In a pace
And we scheme
In our rhymes
Break the locks
Face to face
Vibration
Find your trace
It's a face
In a line
It's a box
In a ring
Salvation
In our race
It's a mean
In a clock
It takes time
In our leans
It's a thing
In our grace
It's a find
In a maze
It's a dream
In our haste
Everything
In our mind
About traces
Lighting bound
Shake belief
In a love
Everyone
Is a sun
Just for fun
As I hum
I will leave
The lesson:
All at once
Everything is a mind
Everyone is a sun
Everything is a mind
Everyone

Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, May 16, 2012

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