Dreams...
There was no reality to it,
And that was how it started,
Everything was blurry,
But perfectly put in place,
In such a way that you know,
It was all an imagination,
Because life had never been that good.
And though I perfectly knew this,
I couldn't push out the thoughts
That now clouds my lost blurry mind.
Because in its truest form,
It refreshes my soul,
Like I was in the midst,
Of fresh spring water.
With eyes up, watching nature's beauty.
A perfect scenery, init?
It was a fool's dream. That I know,
But who am I to distance myself,
From the known foolishness,
When it was the perfect escape,
From the misery labelled on me?
I could, but I do not want to.
There's this sort of air,
That surrounds my dream state,
It rocks my body like a mother would,
It unexplainably purifies my soul,
The silence is real and true,
Because it scares my demons away.
I may not be the purest being,
But my dreams speak otherwise,
I could be anything I want,
No strings attached, just pure bliss,
Of undisturbed moments,
So, forgive me not if I choose sleep,
Over everything earth could give.
My dreams keep me sane,
There's love and comfort in it embrace,
The atmosphere is uniquely made,
My words are heard with no echo,
My heart beats with great rhythm,
My world isn't cursed with earthly words,
This dreamworld is all I can call my own.
Still yours truly,
Balikis.
Thanks for reading.
Peace be unto those who crave it and more to those who chase it away.