Dreams

Fri, 05/17/2013 - 19:00 -- hawkeye

Whether I'm real, or whether I'm fake -
One of those choices that you have to make.
Perhaps I'm a joyful moment with friends;
Maybe a killer whose chase never ends.
Tender memories tucked deep in your mind,
Ticking away with each second of time.
Alive once again when you close your eyes,
Soundlessly sailing your mind towards the skies;
Anything can happen, so be ready;
Nothing in my world is same and steady.
You create Me, all things done and said,
So be happy before you go to bed!

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