I'll Dream Until The Sounds of Mops Bring Me Back To Reality

Well, this poem is written about what might have been the craziest and longest dream I've ever had

Houses made of clay

Lonely neighbors won't faze us

Our bodies are still filled with animation 

What a wonderful vacation

But the boredom is getting to me

A night on the town should clean up my attitude

I'm looking for an easy way out 

Any "NEED HELP" signs and I'd be glad

But there weren't ay and now I've gone mad

For miles and miles, there was nothing that I liked

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something I hated even more

People filtered in and out

As if there was a sale on water during a drought

My heart dropped when I heard shouts

But I was dragged into it

And I was scared for more my life

But I knew I was smarter than I thought

Yet while I was just going to let my brain rot

And I was going to have fun with it

I rejected opportunities even when I knew I wanted them 

without notice, I was a completely different person

I was fearless, I didn't care

Laughing into the fire as if it was air

What should've been a nightmare

What would've been the end of me

Turned out to be amazing

I never expected to have fun with the brain dead 

Author's Note

It's quite nonsensical and the conjunctions are a bit repetitive in my opinion, but then again, it was about a dream. Also, the rhyming scheme I had started off with went astray near the ending, which is common of me and might happen in future poems, considering I'm not a big fan of them.