Short Mysterydream Poems

Nonsencequence

Sometimes I stop for a second,
And reach deep inside my head,
Grab a hand full of nonsense,
Before I go to bed,
Because I like my dreams to be,
Over the top crazy,
Not some stupid dramatic memory,
Like my minds being lazy,
I love a dream that,
When I tell someone,
They think that I should never,
Be allowed to own a gun,
Or when animals chase me,
Those dreams are fun,
The only dream I hate,
Is the waterfall one.