Elephant

 The rampage of my mind is like an elephant walking through times square with the melting clocks of dali, stuck in my throat

Sometimes I wish I would scream more, but I swallow the seeds from my rotten apple and stay in the only place what I can call my home

Surpringisly the constant stream of words are flowing through the never ending source

 Which I can describe to you as place where the soul rests with nothing in it's hands

Only the merging of the mind and heart are present in this state of excstasy

Finally the elephant has made it's way to the horryfying statue of liberty and is now looking across the ocean where the grass is growing greener than ever before