I remember waking up floating.
It was as if I was light a feather.
My mind carried me where I pleased.
It took me to the top of the Eiffel tower where I sat watching the sun drift away into the far off horizon.
It took me to the Big Ben clock tower where I pretended to be peter pan.
It took me to a skyscraper in New York where I watched all the lights glitter as far as the eye could see.
My mind took me to life itself. I envisioned something I could never have. Life.
I am just another dream stuck in a dream.
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PoetryPoetry- Literature, that evokes a concentrated imaginative awareness of experience or an emotional response chosen through language chosen and arranged for its meaning, sound and rhythm.
