Morpheus
August 19, 2019
Like the Matrix, I may be thought of as an illusion.
I weave in out of dreams without time as a boundry.
I left my parents dream to live a life full of delusion
I life I didnt ask for, but I still dream of a conclusion.
Back into my own dream, a dream where I live freely.
And I can sleep like my grand dad, resting peacefully.
As the blood of my ancestors run thru these veins
May we all dream forever morpheus take the reigns.
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