My Perpetual Dreams
As i wake in the morning
I shake off the
Horrors of the
Nights Dreams
That pass through
My mind.
My mind is so full
of memories
And
Of
Dreams,
My brain is cramped
And overloaded with
Knowledge.
I have to break free!
My dreams are lucid.
Some dreams are unnatural.
Some are even in the Supernatural
Oracle.
When my dreams finally
Come to a close,
They are so vivid in
My mind.
When I finally wake up,
My dreams are in the past.
The dreams are closely
Drawn together and
Nearly impossible
To recollect.
In the end
Dreams are just visions.
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