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Dreaming
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Poems About Poetry/Writing I'm aware of darkness around me,
my subconscious takes its hold.
As through the paths of dreamland,
the stories now unfold.
Taking me to distant places,
where reality no longer exists.
With no direction I'm tossed around,
through various turns and twists.
My body is resting calmly now,
but my mind is wide awake.
Telling the tales its weaving,
in the scenarios that it makes.
I've no control over the scripts,
that my brain continues to write.
I am just it's audience,
through the long black night.
That is really pretty. It takes you to another place.