Done?

Maybe?...
8/21/11

unconscious dreaming
colors swirling
intermixing
forms changing
shifting
shifting
shapes emerging
a whole new setting
forest of trees
watching
waiting
foggy morning
intoxicating
sanity swinging
precariously hanging
mind racing
blood pumping
dreaming
dreaming
mist lifting
slowly releasing
no longer seeing
the racing
racing
of those human things
always lying
there's no denying
that we are selfish beings