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Why so my dreams?
Why so my dreams
I laid my head down to rest my body,
Then thought of my life, then my recent day, counted sheep, then I walked into dream's lobby,
I saw my favorite dreams and greeted them excitedly,
I watched my mean and hateful dreams give me the most dark share hate could spare,
I enjoyed the setting, how creative my imagination was,
Clouded tables full of life , but that dark space in the middle seemed to still care,
Where I was , I thought was away from that negative energy, but it always placed itself in front of me,
It flows so reckless, and yet, aimed for me,
I will leave this dream, and come back another time,
I turn to leave, and its waiting by the door with the biggest, nastiest grin of all grins,
I walk toward the darkness with caution, but firm,
When I get to this darkness, it disappears like it was never there,
I think I will go back to the lobby of dreams now, I will ask my dreams why so.