Bobby Ferguson

Clear The Chaotic Vision

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Once again my mind drifts,
to a place I know so well,
where lay my thoughts and images,
and tales for me to tell.

A world I visit often,
I hear that special sound,
many words I leave in there,
my special lost and found.

In my head is chaos,
It takes a while or so,
to try and sort my thoughts out,
they're always on the go.

I leave a spare key by my ear,
that's my point of entry,
all I do is grab my key,
walk in as there's no sentry.

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