Fantasy Thinks

I think I dream far more often than I think. I prefer not logic, but creative ink. Rational thoughts go until they hit stop while fantasies omit a bottom and top. I think birds fly south ahead of winter’s cold to continue playing where sun turns fun gold and all bored Salmon fight their way upstream because a vigorous swim ignites fertile dreams. I think no living creature lives life nocturnal due to daytime fact writing in their journal but because they much prefer an active night where heaven’s bright stars bolster dreams to ignite. Seas dislike their still facts being all man knows, so, clearly, I think I know why the ocean flows.