Dreams
At night, in dreams
My soul takes flight
And I may live a million lives.
Sometimes rich
Sometimes poor
Each one stranger
Than before.
Sometimes in colors
Bold and Bright
Sometimes no colors
Fill my nights.
But, when the sun comes up
And I awake
It all just seems too hard to take.
No matter where my dreams
Have lead
I'm still the same old me instead.
Josette Davis Key 2010
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