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What really happens when we sleep. Where do we really go. In the world of dreams our vision seeps, Our inner eye, the door. Dreams cloud our easing minds, Like a motion picture playing..
Who would I be if I wasn't me. Ariel, the mermaid perhaps. Lion king-simba. Too royal to be, Tinkerbell or the aristocats. Definitely not the march hare. Instead, I could be balloo the bear..
The time has come, once again, To stress and sweat and toil.. Tiresome days and all that pain, To sow my seeds into the soil.. A year long of books and facts, Each day there's something new..
A princess is as she should be, With grace and charm abound.. Chin held high at every spree, Everyday a new look found.. Imprisoned in this identity, A girl with zeal resides..
I look into a sheet of glass, And see another me.. I stare at it, abrupt, aghast. Why does it look like me. I wave my hand and wiggle my nose, And talk to it aloud..
I'd never feel that restlessness, The time when you were near.. I'd be filled with happiness, Now losing you I fear.. Will you run and come to me, If I said I need you here..
Time is short, the seconds run, And minutes pass under the sun.. Hours we while away with a yawn, To ourselves we become a pawn..
The sun rose over it's mighty peak, And shone into my eyes.. A falcon with its shining beak, Perched on my arm beside.. Brown was all that I could see, The peak, the sands, the sky..
I watched the sun touch the sea, Turning reddish as it drowned.. I warm myself and sip coffee, Like a king who's just been crowned.. Yet I wait for the night to fall, And The moon to light the sky..
Holding mommy's finger tight, A tiny princess toddled in sight.. With rosy cheeks and golden hair, And blue eyes on a hue so fair.. She stopped abrupt at the door, With eyes wide about to pour..
I stood amongst thousands more, For the fruit of my effort encore encore. In robes with sashes green, red or blue, Nervous, excited, awaiting what's due..
A tiny home close to my heart, Where I lived a happy life.. The place where my journey starts, Devoid of any worry or strife.. Five years I gave to learning, Here in this wonderful place..
Quiet waves on the empty shore, Paint the canvas of my mind.. An impression of thoughts galore, A place where I unwind.. I feel the sand beneath me sink, As the waves touch my feet..
I hear the dreaded clink of chains, And it sinks my heart in deep.. For long have I endured pains, Of idleness in heap.. No more than a prison is indolence, Where solemness befriends me..
In a dusty old lane stood a house so eerie, It sent chills down, trembles, really.. There lived an old lady misshapen and haggard, Broken-tooth smiled at the folk who laggard..
Why the shiny glittering stones. And coins of gold you gather, And fill them up into your homes.. Or would you give away rather. For how long a time will you collect. How much do you need..
In the dark of the night I walked, As raindrops cleansed my face.. Around me the enchanted forest talked, I hastned; quickened my pace..
A king of old, with riches wide, A kingdom in which he took pride.. Far and wide spread his dominion, Killed were those who stood in rebellion..
A chaotic street with hustling crowd, Seemed empty when I saw him.. A boy of three covered in a shroud, With pale skin and eyes so dim.. Tired and hungry he was at last, As he sat on the gravel road..
Upon the moor, I glance encore, To see if you were near.. Alas a shadow, nothing more, My heart now leaks a tear.. A fumbled word, a muffled sound, Cracks through my sobbing lips..
Pitter patter on the floor, Two tiny feet, maybe four.. How they crawl, walk, run with time, Little Pitter patter, yours and mine..
A twinkle in her eye, A prayer in her heart.. She held for me everytime, Her eyes met mine.. The bangles I wore, Her gaze shifted to them.. "How pretty" whispered she, But there was something more..
I was a stone lying still, On the chirping streets of may.. Kicked and flicked I'd be until, A child picked me on the way.. I tossed, turned in pockets o his, Unsure of the others there..