Lucid Dreamer

I sit in a corner,
sleepily thinking of things.
Like aliens, like robots,
like knights in shining armor,
and fireflies amongst the reeds.
Like ghosts, like wraiths, like nightmares,
and monsters no one sees.

I’m probably in my own little world,
quietly dreaming of things.
Like giants, like mice,
like fire-breathing dragons,
and waters, so pure, so clean.
Like princes, like cats, like wooden swords,
and magic no one believes.

I roll over,
and sleepily dream of things.
Like unicorns, like faeries,
like the dream-boat I’m in,
and the worlds so far away.
Like nights, like stars, like houses on stilts,
and the things of which I’ll dream.

The End

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