If you were to unravel the mazes in my mind,

The sky would welcome the horizon.

The artist in me paints the world in shades of red.

Chilling, daunting, crimson red.

You would find my infinite wonderland.

The dreamer in me never fails to surprise others.

I think about peace between nature and the human moral.

A curious spark runs through my veins about the paranormal.

Like a time traveler, I alternate from my past and my future.

Like a funhouse, I expect nothing less than optical illusions to replace a blank canvas.

I am a voice, not an echo.

My mind illuminates my world.

Thinker of many things,

I am an owl,

Coherently floating throughout my wonderland.