Dreamers' Storms

There is a place that you may go sometimes

It maybe dark or bright

You could hear either drums or pianos

One things for sure never one the x mark door

If you do you’ll fall into the bottomless dreamers’ pit 

Dreams maybe dark or light

Therefore your dreams will be an endless whirl of confusion

You better think before you choice a dream door for not all are cute and sweet

Like unicorns, lollipops and gumdrops

Some are filled with dim lit rooms od darken walls

There may even be sharpened candy canes and pointedly twizzlers

So dream well and dream big for these storms may roll into your night 

This poem is about: 
Me

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