Wake up in the morning
Bleary eyed in the half light
Snatches of broken dreams
Flood back to me from night
Dreams of strange scenarios
As though my bed's a stage
A stage on which odd plays are enacted
That seem to last an age
Plays that flutter from weird to weirder
Nothing makes sense awake
I wish I could re-live my dreams
And different choices make
Dreams are bizarre but they are surely
The best part of sleep
Adding snippets of memories
And fantastic treasures to keep.
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I lay in my bed. and I stare into space. Eyes open, mind shut. Not asleep nor awake. My deep inner conscience. Rarely woken, disturbed. Knows all my dark secrets. Pictures and words.
The dreams that come to me in the night,. Do appear more real than life itself,. Closing my eyes I venture into a world of freedom,. A new and vibrant playground,. I can run forever without tiring,.
Lulled into sleep,. Dreams are mine to keep,. Full of colour and glee,. Dreams of my spirit running free,. Smells as fresh as cut grass,. Seasons change and I watch them pass,.
When the day is over And you've let off all your steam Dinner, TV, time for bed To sleep, perchance to dream Dreams may come in any form Many allegories Any subject that you like Different...
Pulled from this place of dread. Come lay down in bed. Let your body rest. While the mind churns. In imagination. A central wonder station. Thoughts swirl around. Creating a dream town.
I used to sit at my bedroom window and think about my future. I always pictured me being somewhere far away from here. A perfect place. Far too big to imagine and life there was amazing.
I saw a picture in my mind So pulled it out and made it mine So beautiful and calm to see Of smiles of friends, of you and me. Forever stretched out all around, Just holding hands without a sound..
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