Dreaming

What I think of when I sleep.

I travel to new worlds, different realms
I visit new lands and meet new people
And for awhile lose grip of reality
But then it comes and quietly kills
Any dreams I might have had
It sneaks up and drags me back
Back to a world of rules
But worlds are reborn
Realms are remade
And I visit them all
In my head
And the process repeats
It will continue to circle and never end
Until the day I die
And then my dreams will become
My reality

Author's Note

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