Dreams I see the world around me, people swaying from side to side, cars, trucks, and ships out to sea, almost hypnotizing me. I wonder, Is it really all there? Is this real, is this all I can see, or is there something else, Is this a continuous dream? Yes a Dream! I shout, into the darkness of the night, waiting for a response, but no one hears my cries. I fall to my knees, wondering, wondering why I can’t see, the darkness blinding me, In this continuous dream. What is life, my life I wondered, staring into the glistening stars, everything always stays the same, without change, so far. I continue my day, to try to change it all, to find to my dismay, nothing ever changes at all. I weep and cry into the moonlit night, crying and crying until there is nothing left, nothing to cry about nothing to do, then I awake, from my continuous dream. Chris Musolf
Reason for writing:
I really don't know. Im 16 and a high school student, I was bored in class and words just started to come.
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