The land of dreams


How strange be the land of dreams,
Forever meddling with what is real
Kindling fires of yearnings impossible
Taking you back and forth-
 to lands uncharted and territories lost


How strange be the land of dreams
Your silly tormenting unconscious' play
Unraveling life buried deep beneath
Fantasies, memories and promises - all recited in grey


How strange be the land of dreams
Yet if I ever have one as perfect as be
I'd pray the Sun to halt
And in never-ending darkness engulf me..


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