Maybe what they call madness

Is simply another dimension.

They are trapped in conventions,

Familiar and mundane,

Obsessed with their labels:

“Abnormal” and “insane.”

Madness or access

To worlds made of words?

Time has no meaning

Where dreams come to play,

Twirling around, upside down,

Bending into birds

And flying away.

13 responses to “Dimensions

  1. Absolutely lovely:)

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  2. Lovely and fascinating ❣️


  3. An impressive poem. Nicely done.

    Liked by 1 person

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