I dream of better times.
when fantasy couldn't be worse than reality,
I runaway in my mind.
nowadays, explosives give us our "sun shine."
I dont want to count the number of casualties,
so instead i dream of better times.
the inflation in the rate of crime
makes me dread actuality.
i runaway in my mind.
ignorance may be bliss, fine,
but lately ignorance has been a paucity.
I Dream of better times.
I won let the mistakes of others define
my life. instead i'll use my creativity
and runaway in my mind.
There's a fine line
drawn between fiction and authenticity.
Fate is ruthless; unkind.
I dream of better times
and runaway in my mind.
-My own dreams influenced this poem. I love dreaming. Writing this poem was a little difficult but i enjoyed it.
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