Dreams
My dreams are fire
They spread recklessly
My thoughts make me tired
Positive, Negative, essentially
My brain creates the fire
My body bears the consequences
I keep reaching higher
I run through all of the fences
I wake up relieved
I wake up sad
I often feel deceived
But it's not that bad
Because dreams are an escape
It is something we all desire
I go through my days
Waiting until I am tired
Dreams spread with fire
Dream only when tired
Dream dream dream
Dreams are what I desire
Derrick D’Amato
(Recording of Poem)
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