Dreaming
by Michael J Falotico
Dreaming is the best feeling.
Running through scenes that keep you still.
Ending up confused to what was real or not.
Always coming back to you in bits and pieces.
Mountains of reality that forms the unclear.
Into a day where reminders peck at your thoughts.
No other way to dream in a day saved for the night.
Going to doze off for a bit to play in another world.
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