A world all my own. Where there is no hurt, no pain, no suffering. Oh, how i wish it could be shown. On a big, wide screen, I would show this world, i call my own. Sometimes you'll get there, Sometimes you won't. But, the process is the same, weather you do, or you don't. Just close your eyes, and let yourself go. The world may come, The scenes may soon show. In this world, of perfect peace, No hurt, no pain, no suffering, A vacation from reality, To what seems so very real. A world i call my own, Only for the waking light to steal.
Reason for writing:
It seems like when you are sleeping, all your problems go away...even for just a split second, you are in a completely different world. A world where you can be anything you want, and do anything you want, and in the end, it all won't matter. But, at the same time, you don't know which life is real, and which is just the world you call your own.
Birth sign: Taurus
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