(i hav a lil time off befor travelin again but incase i dont respond or coment pls know i had to travel sudden.)
poem:
Pestered and pursued
by unknown foes
A topsy turvy land
where snakes could have horns
and cows can have fangs.
Night’mares’ where the day’s stallions
make mountains out of molehills
A chance to witness greek mythology-like creatures for real
for dreamland tis a place for the unreal surreal.
Those hair-raising scary scary dreams
beset with horrified silent screams!
For us to wake up pinching ourself
and sigh with relief there’s neither tiger nor elf.
All in all, dreamland’s fascination
for extra-ordinary exaggeration
and tall-tale imagination
where myth and legend come to life
An amalgam of fiction and real strife
Where assorted monsters of the mind
reign supreme in that REM sleep of our kind.
Yet on the other hand the sweet sweet dreams
where fantasies form mirages bordered by fanciful seams.
Where castles in the air float gently down to earth
only to shoot back up nowhere from the awakened one’s berth.
Dreamland’s a great place for any princess or fairy fair
for daydreams extend into the night and linger on there.
A quote I took to heart and it to console all and sundry
‘that if your sweet dreams don’t come true, don’t you fret
for atleast your nightmares didn’t come true either,
so just heave a sigh, by and by.
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