Dreams

Nothing can never see nothing nor can I see it too.

Out of the corner of our eyes something stirrs

Wheels turn until squares are formed, Tringles stab until circles appear.

Real times are for no-where people as they can only see the reality.

Death comes as a living where as work is nothing near.

Help isnt for the needy help is for the expensive.

Friends arent for the faint hearted as nowhere people come to see.

Nopthing here made sense did it?

I'm not surprised.

For you yet are not a no-where person.

As am I so I am.