wraped up in my day dream, drifting into space,
going to my little world, my secret hiding place.
walking along familiar grounds, that only i know where,
a place full of serenity, without a single care.
the beauty and the delicacy, of everything i touch,
escaping to my little world, this place i love so much.
jotting back to reality, of things that really show,
i stop and look about me, and things i really know.
things are what you make of them, no matter how they seem,
you form them into nightmares, or turn them into dreams
Birth sign: Gemini
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