Amanda

With a wondering mind, Such as mine One would get lost in such a maze of stairs. I am in a constant dream With perhaps the slightest grip On what someone might call reality, to themselves, to others Nightmare, not necessarily What truly exists? Or is existence a perception of one alone? I'm screaming and reaching ever so quietly With very little output of movement Where can I find a mind such as mine To be able to speak nonsense While making the clearest of sense.