she meant to sleep
but she never
rested her head
closing her eyes
drifting off into
lucid dreams
she, instead,
lifts her head
high into the sky
above the clouds
soaring through her mind's
ceaseless night
to find the truth in her fantasy
the truth the half-truths
and that day,
she realized
it was all a lie
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Dreams
Poetry"My dreams have always been something of a mystery; a silent secret. One that begs to escape into the night sky--or even the sun."
