Dreaming
They are not there
Yet they seem so alive
But I hear them, I see them, I swear
They’re beyond what my brain can contrive
Shadowy visages, monsters galore
My visions entertain me
I never grow bored
The adults shove me their pills
To “keep me grounded”
They dull my mind’s thrills
I’m no longer unbounded
I crave my imagination
The reality-fantasy mixup
I’m nothing without my creations
Because why stop dreaming when you wake up?
Copyright © Elena Welsh | Year Posted 2018
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