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. 🙂