Screaming into the night air,
But the silence remains unbroken.
Weeping into a pillow,
But the case remains dry.
Running down the street, leading out of town,
But the scenery remains unchanged.
Nothing but a daydream,
A silly little fantasy.
The actions most desired,
Played out and seen,
But never feeling the release.
Trapped inside a silent bubble,
Caught within your mind.
Reality and fiction,
Molding and bending,
Meshing and splitting.
Until it’s hard to say for sure
Exactly what you thought-
And what you said.
Nothing but a daydream,
You whisper.
A silly little fantasy,
Replies a honey sweet voice-
From a lady in a lab coat.
One of those poems that sort of writes itself. Not sure where it came from.