Summer
It isn't a time of year
Nor is it a season
It is a state of mind

Music
It isn't stupid
Nor is it trash
It is nourishment for the soul

Dreams
They aren't nonsense
Nor the Children of an idle brain
They are the thoughts of your subconscious self

Intelligence
It doesn't make you better than me
Nor make you worse
It's the thought level your most comfortable on

Time
It isn't real
Nor is it wasted
It is a figment of our imagination

Universe
It isn't scary
Nor is it expanding
It is our neighborhood

04/02/2002

Posted on 04/02/2002
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