sleepy dreamed
mixed with this so called
reality
which is nothing more
then what it seems
what we deem
as truth
for truth is mearly
a state of beauty
and beauty is the reflection of truth
morning eyes
bright lips
stained red
never forget
what the greats
said about
each day
living it
in the way
you would
if it was your last
cause its so easy
to let the things that matter slip past