Sweet Dreams
Sometimes I am gone
to places out of reach,
far beyond. Out there
in the vast yonder my
mind drifts to a peaceful
place. Uplifted on swift
wings of the eagle. Taken
nowhere in particular just
escapism in my own head.
I haven't even left my bed.
Now I ponder this life walking
through valleys so lush and
green. What a glorious scene,
an amazing sweet dream.
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