While dreaming, I heard a voice tell me
‘Be thou as the Tre’, but do not feel betrayed
So, I contemplated the wisdom
On a quest to become wholesome
If only we would remember the sweet crumpets
Why then we could rejoice in hearing trumpets
And disregard how it’s all digested
Why then we could be all in and invested
Then and only then can we come to a conclusion
That our ideas, thoughts, and dreams are not an illusion
Therefore, if I see my tray as empty
I’ll fill it with cognoscenti

About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter!
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