New to me 

could be old to you,

what's chaos for me

could be normal to the next boy in blue.

Walk softly, upon a golden forest 

shimmering within the mercury rivers,

fear not my oasis

those are just shivvers we can see,

warn me when you get the quivvers-

that's when we feel what's unseen.

Is my reality a little different?

Each poem a puzzle of blatent scenes?

Imagination so vivid 

when my reality is living 

within the forest of my mind

of golden forests greater than we dream.

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