Dream

Poetry

Dreams never make my bed

As I’m lost and left behind

When I want to find a store

To buy some needed things

For me to get by

I end up in a dim place that is cold as hell

 

And I’m lost and left behind

Because in my dreams my bed is never set

 

Always walking behind the sun

And I’m always short on words

I hope you could enter my world

And see that I need to be taken

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