Dreaming While Awake

I cannot sleep

I cannot slumber

Life’s a dream,

It is a wonder

 

I adore

possibility, spontaneity too

the stars aren’t in order,

but still beautiful

 

How bizarre

It’s never boring

Living in a world

So extraordinary

 

I can sleep

The world is quiet

I’m fast asleep dreaming,

Until another tomorrow

This poem is about: 
Our world
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