Between fictitious dreams
And a humanized reality
Iβm fucked up big time
Messed up indications
Canβt tell whatβs real from fiction
Iβve awakened big time
Itβs time for an electrical vibe
One hard to describe
One they canβt prescribe
My thought patterns were messed up big time
My brain was growing adhesions big time
Some kind of mental prison
It clouded my vision big time
You can either lose or you can win big time
Youβll commit a mental crime or you can climb big time
Categories: poetry
Amazing poem! Loved the last line π
Thank you so much! π