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 © | Year Posted 2018

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