One head has dreams,
Another has nightmares.
All are surreal,
And all are real.
The dreams feel real
As if I'm in another world,
Ones where I'm different.
I live in a library
Or the Ego's home.
I'm traveling with friends,
Or blasting by myself.
All I know is that they're real
In touch, sound, and sight.
The nightmares feel real
As if I'm being tormented,
Ones where I'm horrified.
I can't run across the park
As the Reaper chases me.
I can't call the police
As a gunman tries to kill me.
All I know is that they're real
In touch, sound, and sight.
If it feels real,
If it sounds real,
And if it looks real,
Does that mean it is real?
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Micky's Poems
PoetryA collection of my poems that I post on Tumblr. Warnings will be included before certain poems.
