A Place Called Reality

January 12, 2008
Dreams are supposed to be
Something like magic
You imagine your wildest fantasy
You think of the people you Love
You dream of your future
Remember good times
With friend and family
Dreams are something anticipated
I lay down with a smile
Awaiting a Dream
To take me from this harsh life
Instead I am deprived
For my dreams are not so serene
They are nothing like I fantasized
They are Nightmares
Dragging me deeper into this
Pitiful stage I am in
Grabbing a hold of me
And refusing to let go
Falling faster and faster
As the light above becomes dimmer
And soon disappears
I am stuck here forever
In a place called Reality

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