I Just Thought About Doing It

If there was nothing to say
No one to talk to
What would happen of the mind
How would it look upon the entirety
Would it see itself separated
Or would it see the entirety as
limitless
This I the ultimate subject
It could never be a dream
For it unfolded
After a game of hide and seek

Could I describe the captured
Seeing the eye
And then find words to
Sing to a blind me

I feel and why did
I stop myself
To be a dreamer
A dreamer
Yes the water was always wet
Knowing me in that
endless limitations