Everything · Poems


As my dreams take shape,

I feel myself escape.

Away from the world for a moment,

so I can find some enjoyment.

More happiness than the sun shines,

more love than on Valentines.

I almost never want to wake,

because then I know this is all fake.

I try to put up a fight,

But reality comes back after night.

And when I wake up from my slumber

I look at the days just as a number.

I try to hold on tight to this rope,

so I don’t slip away from the hope

That in this thing we call life,

Sadness is not rife.


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