April 26, 2011
By Anonymous

The stars shine in the night sky
I connect them to make pictures
Age old pictures

I listen to the stories
Stories of hero’s and animals
Stories of adventure

I picture myself there
With the main character
On an adventure

There is a beast
Tall and frightening
With giant teeth that could crush me

I run

I stop and look back, it is still there
It blows fire
And barely misses me

I leave the dream
And decide that I prefer who I am
And that I am on my own adventure


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