The mind is a wondrous thing,
It begins as a drop of rain,
And soon transforms into a waterfall.
I get lost in my own delusions
As the world pierces me like a sword.
I find myself on rolling hills,
And look up at the sky above,
And watch the gleaming stars.
Soon they fall like streams of fire,
Then out of the flames a bird appears.
A phoenix is born like a new apparition.
Then like the sting of a vampire’s bite,
The luxuries of reality settle in.
And a new day begins.