My Dream

Why dream of mystical places when i can dream of my real life instead

My Dream 

 

I had a dream last night in bed

While I lay asleep

My imagination soared through my head

Yet I didn’t make a peep

 

I was flying in the air

Not a single person in sight

The scene upon me so calm and serene

There was no fear of the drastic height

 

I flew through the clouds

And the clear blue sky

I saw the sun rise up above

I saw the sun say good bye

 

The stars soon came out

They shone their dazzling shine

Before that moment I had never

Seen anything so fine

 

Slowly though I began to descend

And I woke up from my dream

Disappointed that all that beauty

Wasn’t as real as it seemed

 

As I got up and walked outside

I took a look around

For there I saw the sun rise

Later I saw it go down

 

Late that night I stood outside

And gazed up at the stars

For then I realized it wasn’t a dream

It was my life-

Not a mystical place on mars

 

So the very next night

As I lay asleep in bed

Why bother dream of mystical places

When I can dream of my real life instead

Author's Note

Wrote this sort of out of no where

Reviews

[*~*Brooke*~*]

Thanks! Although I totally agree with you on dreaming of other places. Mainly it's just suppose to be about appreciating what we have and plus it worked as an ending :)

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. sweet ... earnest ... innocent and assertive ... though only sometimes i think it's good to dream of things that don't exist ... just to get the creative juices flowing ... a nice read ...