Sometimes, I wish that I could fly away

To distant lands only fancied in dreams;

To dreamy places, I’d be led astray;

To worlds that fair fantastical extremes.


Sometimes, I think the sky is comical,

With capricious breezes that feel unreal;

With fluffy clouds, so very whimsical;

With silky wings, complete contrast to steel.


Sometimes, I feel my thoughts are tangible,

That perception becomes reality;

That my mind forges objects palpable;

That what is fake appears so real to me.


Sometimes, I wish mirages distended.

Sometimes, I wish daydreams never ended.


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