Meaningless lines of endless rhyme,
Blank pages like empty minds,
Pictures devoid of meaning or symbolism.
To a mind closed to the tangibility of realism,
My words are nothing, a mere dream.
To me, they elevate my consciousness far above the mainstream.
Welcome to week Eighty-Eight of Three Line Tales! A wonderful challenge to create a piece about the given photo. Want to join? Click the link Three Line Tales. 🙂