In Fantasy’s Grip
You chase sleep into a dream
without any guarantee.
And dance upon a moonbeam
gilding a navy blue sea.
You may ride a shooting star
simply to know how it feels.
Or view your life from afar
in a series of reveals.
Truths dissipate in dreamland:
their existence, swallowed whole.
For time's but a grain of sand
falling into a black hole.
Dreams let you soar to the stars
on imagination's wings.
And walk the surface of Mars:
or run around Saturn's rings.
Secure in fantasy's grip,
sleep conjures dragons to mount.
Letting reality slip,
there's nothing you can't surmount.
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