What Dreams are Made of
Thoughts know of no bounds,
hopes leading to the sounds.
Dreary reality replaced by lustrous fantasy-
Nature fails to provide, yet the conception provides pure ecstasy!
Not for the frail for terror-joy are abound,
Screams and laughter–resound.
To important of a role-
Often referred- the key to the soul.
Sublime!
What wonderful time!
Powerful tool,
Why ridicule?
Vibrant imagination,
Never fall to realities-possession
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