The Seat


Weary traveler, come sit with me.
This is the dreamer’s place, where imagination’s meet.
Under the branches of the oblivion tree;
There is a bench that wades the waters of simplicity.
Here you can get lost in your memories.
Come rest nomad, this is a place to create;
All the fairy-tales and fantasies gather in the sun’s ray’s.
Time eludes us in this space.
Step out of your mind, leave the world behind and just be.
For when you wake;
There will be much more to your journey.


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