Perched up in his own dreams,
The reality hidden from his mind,
Yet everyone could hear his screams,
He laid there in wonder,
His mind gone from his head,
It flew up into the deep blue sky,
Yet it was never full of lead,
He mind flew like a flock searching for warmth,
Yet it was nowhere to be seen,
His soul yearned for it's grand escape,
Yet nowhere could he find it to be clean,
His mind found the arctic,
It turned around from it's misery,
Flew back towards his body,
And fell back into the hollow sea,
It sunk slowly into the swallow waters,
The cold surrounding him,
The wet skin of his fell deeply in,
Yet no one knew he couldn't swim,
He sunk deeper within,
His mind close to it's end,
His thoughts rang free,
Yet he found his one true friend,
The warmth finally surrounded him,
He finally laid to rest on the bottom,
The sand curled up between his toes,
And his heart became a time bomb,
He awoke from his slumber,
His mind was firmly intact,
His heart beating vibrantly,
Yet his freedom was all he had lacked,
The cold surrounded him still,
Yet he knew not to search for his warmth,
His desires hidden back behind his mind,
But his life was coming back from the pesky North.
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