I live in a world all my own
inside my head
through fantasy, I roam.
One of magic, heroes, and might.
One of darkness, clouds, and endless flight.
I could lay in bed and dream my life away
no wish or want for the reality of the day.
Realism pushes through my blinds at sunrise,
reminding me I need to wake,
and live my dull, mortal life.
I depart from my dreams with trembling breath, goodbye.
Until I return to dance with my thoughts at night.
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 11:46 PM UTC
I live in a world all my own
inside my head
through fantasy, I roam.
One of magic, heroes, and might.
One of darkness, clouds, and endless flight.
I could lay in bed and dream my life away
no wish or want for the reality of the day.
Realism pushes through my blinds at sunrise,
reminding me I need to wake,
and live my dull, mortal life.
I depart from my dreams with trembling breath, goodbye.
Until I return to dance with my thoughts at night.
Hiatus is hopefully over! Just a little poem thing. I've been a dreamer since I was a child, always wanting more than the existence life gave me. Lately, I've been watching shows with people with superpowers. I've been trying to decide on what I would want and its between flying, reading and transmitting memories, and ultra-strength and combat skills.
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