Dreams.
Sometimes life seems to legit to be real,things walking past you as if they are there,
people say this and that to seem right,
but really it is all just a dream stuck inside of you.
You get your self stuck dreaming of what could be,
as the rest just leaves you behind as if your nothing,
not one thing on this planet could make you stand out,
have your own distinct look and feel.
Every feeling and thought that felt so close to real,
was only the feeling of a dream,
pleasing those who needed to be,
and keeping a smile your face,
it is all just in your head,
just a dream,
and once you wake up everything disappears just as if it was real,
leaving you behind in your pain and sorrow.
What happens when the realistic life is no where to be found,
just you, yourself and a blank page,
no sentence to start of the page and
not one simple dot throughout,
all that is to be written is the story of a dream,
and the tears that cover the page,
made up of life and the sorrow with in,
landing to turn it from white to gray,
from a simple color to nothing.
As the color changes back it becomes worthless,
dry and wrinkled as if there was something before,
but was tossed away with everything reality && dreams.
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