Unique

Posted under Spiritual Poetry by Paul Summerscales

Who owns your imagination
is it you
I don’t know
is it in the street
crowded
and shrouded
by humanities fleet
thinking at a pace off beat
could you know the person
you will meet
are we encased by a paranormal sheet
or are we folded and moulded
to a pleat
we don’t know
but we all live a life that cheats
do you own your thoughts
who knows because I am beat .
Reality is the unknown
therefore it can’t exist within this dimension
where upon and across the fields of life
our thoughts have been sewn
and where our unique
individuality has grown

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