A lost identity.

A lost identity.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Will the identity
of a dream
come into fruition
expanding the thoughts
of understanding
in my subconscious
to travel above to
the answers in mind
before my awakening
where they disappear 
as I search the room
in a world of reality
looking meaningless?

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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Added on November 9, 2019
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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