Dreams

Some say when they sleep they don't dream
They see endless darkness 
Some dream and forget in the morning
I remember mine as I just stepped in my dream

Everyone says that dreams mean something
But I don't, I believe that every dream
Is a flash back of what you did before 
Sleeping just in a very odd form and style
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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