Murmuring wires hang in powdered skies.
Bringing electric dreams to broken souls, and empty minds.
Who are you? And who am I to know?
Why.
Why we still go, wheels turning on burning roads.
Golden glows cast on slate and stone.
Reminding me that, maybe.
Just maybe, we’re not alone.
And maybe, I should know.
How to think. And where to go.
Without someone to tell me so.
Whispers from those wired dreams,
Lean in close and tell me who I ought to be.
How to see. Agree. And guarantee
Cause lucid dreams feel all too real.
When servants in suits and ties
Tell you how to feel.
About the Creator
Lauren McMahon
This is a real first for me. I have been writing for a while. Stories, thoughts and poems. So I thought, I might start to share some.
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