To Dream…

I don’t know I wondered

What I do sometimes makes no sense


Endless waters at my feet


Tall grass over my head

Really I don’t know.

I can’t see.

What I do.

Or why.

Suddenly. The paraglider.

He can see differently this world.

What and why.

Only dreams make sense.

You don’t have to know. Simply dream.

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