Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts

What if the world wasn’t as it should be?
It’s just an elaborate dream,
What if words, where just sounds in a song?
The thoughts that make everything wrong!

Blankets of time, laid down like snow
Broken days, things you shouldn’t know
Have you a moment sir, I am in a heavy way
It doesn’t matter if you have nothing else to say

Days awaken like time, waiting just ahead
Let us say no more, it has been said
This time we shared was a pleasure…
Yes, it was a pleasure

So, unto this, the days we pass
Awaken, as one, as if in a mass
A conversation, to say, brings a smile
Like sceneries passed In a mile