All I do is dream.
It has become an obsession
an addiction. Asleep. awake.
at work. at home. All I do is live in my head.
Its why I love my bed. I can travel through space.
Sometimes I wish I were dead.
Not due to depression or pain.
But for the excitement and surprise of what lies next.
Will I forever dwell in my world of make believe
or be silent as I just give birth to trees.
Its a feeling I cant seem to get over.
I wish to live in an alternate time where my head is the creator
I wish I were god. the landscape would be perfect
the people would be guided with what counts.
happiness and foraging creativity
will allow all children of my realm the ability to be god.
Its a bit insane. but a little ok.
to wish life was more of a journey.
I fall in love with wonderlands
I can see myself living in places nobody ever knew existed.
Its my way of coping with the stress of routine
I want to call upon my dreams to help me escape
and thrive in a place people cannot disturb me
My head is a relic of fortune.
a universe lies beneath my eyes.
I just need to tap into my ambitious eyes.
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