Dreams, they are great.
All that I see,
Things that I hate,
What I could never be.
Dreaming of things I could,
Never have, never leave.
Dreaming of things I had,
Gone are they, to time it seems.
Dreams, I see,
Of home, far away.
Under the sea,
Far beyond the blue bay,
Or teal, I can't see color,
In dreams.
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Often confusing
PoetrySecond part to a muses musings because wattpad has a story limit. . . I mean an enthralling book of stories
