In My Dreams


Every night I fall asleep,
My mind wandering into the deep,
Wading through my thoughts.
It picks pieces and parts,
and that is how it starts.
Deep inside of my mind,
The colors grow.
Voices and winds begin to flow
Among the rolling hills.
As the vision appears,
I hope to have no fears-
But of course, I know they will come.
This peace will not last;
The darkness has been cast.
The dark clouds are coming nearer,
I hear the thunder roll.
The bell tones toll,
The people begin to scurry.
Click. On come the lights.
There go my frights,
Flying out the window.

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