My eyes feel heavy and weak
Headaches fill my daily physique
Uncertain of what the cause, I try to sleep
But all my life sleeping has never been sleek

I imagine myself in world's, my fantasies
Stories of great honor and mystery
Fables contained in my head
Waiting to finally be read

But I'm too lazy to get the pen
And write all this from inside my head
I can feel this world's within me
But I can't expel them so easily

Maybe it's fear that keeps them inside
Retained forever in a state of mind
Fear of defeat and failure
It would take a toll on the self esteem of a savior

But maybe one day I will be able to comply
Make a pact with this dreaded state of mind
Tell the world about all my Fables
And maybe someone will be able to savor them

She wrote stories about
All her previous flames,
Except for one.
She cherished his memories too much
To share them with the world.

Dreams of an impossible past,
Dreams of a hungry child living in a magical place;

Dreaming as a child of fairy tales, fables and legends;
Dreaming of white tigers, dragon kings, fox girls, and foolish brides;

As a child, I never understood their meanings,
Yet listening to mother speak,
Filled me up with wondrous things,

Now, In the last four years,
These dreams of impossible things
have captured me again,

In my twilight years
with trembling hands,
I try to capture these dreams of an
impossible time,
From my fading memories
of impossible things.


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