Realm of Dreams

Realm of Dreams I dream for I am mad and all my passions have danced and leaped while I have slumbered, but I have had no rest, though I have slept. Wild and fantastic places have kept pace with the ordinary and those that glisten and the mind has been as if in a race to explain itself to those who will listen. Come to the land where reason does not live and travel how you will through the winding lanes that stretch out before you and falsely give the impression that you are secure and are holding the reigns. For you can be sure that in its time the dream will turn and push you through high gates and floundering, you will fight to correct the sign that points to the sane but where confusion awaits. Then comes the day where dreams mist over and questions are answered with truth, where dreams are weighed but hide in cover till night comes again to assail with claw and tooth. And dreaming dreams of nonsense and of reason will pass yet again into the land that is haunted with the ghosts of every past season and rules of gibberish are flaunted. To wake again and find the strength of will that will allow another desperate chance at normality or fail and lay your length upon the floor on which you dance. And if to succeed in this just quest, to slumber lightly and dream sweet nonsense, it can seem slight to some but the best of the endings in a life of merry happenstance.