Seahorse dragons

Seahouse dragons
in my sleep

They speak of a
world of no
divides
where poppies and
Soap coexist

I'm clean yet wild
If that's something
one could
ever be

My songs don't know
my mind
They came from a
place that
transcend

If a vessel is
all I need be

What use does
being poppies or
Seahorses

ever be?