One night where you can be whoever and whatever you want to be
A superhero, an animal, a princess - a dream

But some can be nightmares,
Crazed clowns and ghostly ghouls running about the streets
The thrill of scaring others merely a game to them,
Bringing an uneasiness to those around them filling them with delight
But we don't care
For those who dress up get rewarded with treats and snacks for trying to be someone we're not
Ironic really,
Identity theft, lying, and deception are looked down upon
Taught to us as wrong
Yet,
On October 31st it is encouraged
It's played off as some meaningless little thing
And it is
But if you look into it more deeply,
View everything from the perspective of a poet or a writer
And you'll see the small things;
Hidden little treasures for us dreamers to find
And our reward is a magnificent piece of art
A piece of literature where our words and thoughts are spread among the world
Where our words are only truly appreciated and understandable by other like-minded folks
And I suppose this is something only those people of my kind actually get...