Sleeping Luck
Here time has no meaning
nothing happens without
dreaming
Colors give way
to black white and
grey
Here I can just fly
without ever wondering
why
Passing by unseen
in this world I
dream
Time whirling by
never giving a second
try
This never never land
I didn't see
beforehand
Nothing but lies
dead bodies and
flies
A prison to my soul
beyond even your
control
Eyes fluttering shut
the ropes I blindly
cut
I'm in reality
before again it takes
me
Dreaming once more
not even I know what
for
Copyright © Bridget Bruns | Year Posted 2011
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