When I Do Not Lie Awake
In my dreams I was a bull
Roaming 'round endless fields
Growing wings like feathered balloons
In my dreams I was a candy
An ore dug by the tooth
Sweetness fleeting as a heartbeat
Quenching a cave's glands
In my dreams I transcend
All human-established laws
I can make and break and take;
Paper planes to take me places,
Golden walls of rich against poor,
Multitude of nerve-racking adventures
In my dreams, I am me
The me I ought to be
Author Notes: All people breathe with all different kinds of dreams, from the weirdest to the most mediocre. But whatever they are, we never want to fall short of the effort to chase after them.
And if we hurt people, that we'd surely do, whether with or without our consent , might as well chose the right ones to teach a lesson.
For more features, such as favoriting, recommending, and reviewing, please go to the full version of this story.