Finding the Way
Sounds of silence, ever so loud,
in the dark of the darkest of night,
deep in sleep, mind lost in a cloud,
a rainbow of colors ever so bright.
Drifting into fantasy and illusion,
deep in the corridors of the mind,
reality mixes with utter confusion,
hourglass flows backwards in time.
Mystery of the dark held in sleep,
things occur that we can’t explain,
with memories not meant to keep,
and time travels faster than a train.
Lost in mystical, magical dreams,
going to place we have never been,
in the fantasy no ill gotten schemes,
where no mater what happens we win.
Land of enchantment start to the end,
the impossible is accomplished in a day,
filled with enemies and best of friends,
dreamland’s path shows us our own way.
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