Dreaming

Fabrications of my imagination,
Protruding from the source of their creation,
Spinning out a tale of their own narration,
Swimming in my head for the night's duration.

Lost within the confines of my very own thoughts,
Untangling the images all tied up in knots,
Trying my best to connect all the dots,
As I make my way through all the inky blots.

The images contort, flow around and dart,
Forming into a collage of abstract art,
Of thoughts and emotions taken from the heart,
In which all my memories try to take part.

Entranced within a world that does not exist,
Where everything is gained and nothing is missed,
Where worries are forgot or simply dismissed,
A world where happiness will forever persist.

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My 100th Opuss.