poetry

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poetry

the mind yet wonders and travels through space and time life is but a dream a dream called reality and how you interpret it is how you live it

we are such fragile creatures we can only bear so much when it all ends will we say we had our fun and will we say we learned our purpose

i my self am not to biest (spelling) on any religion but ask me this my friends when your time is up where do you think you go?

dreams can become reality when one passes through a realm between life and death in sleep i have been able to do that for about a year

having visions of future events and flash backs of the past i have even seen the truth though some of you may not believe me

it exists i've been there in one of these visions my spirit has been taken there so i could see the light and be healed i may not be entirely of that faith but i still carry some of its beliefs