Dreams
Are we asleep,
When we're awake,
Is it touching that's real,
Or the feeling that's fake...
Once we close our eyes,
Just where do we go,
To a place in our minds,
Or a space in our souls...
Wherever it is,
I know I can be,
Who ever I want,
Or whatever I need...
So when I succumb,
My sleeper awakes,
And slowly I fall,
To much deeper states...
Until it provides,
Or until it adjourns,
Is where I reside,
Until it returns...
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