The Dreamscape
There is a world of dreams
Where everything is not as it seems
In the recesses of a night’s repose
Unfulfilled thoughts open as your, conscious is closed
Does it make sense?
What you’ve always meant
You (only) know as much as you feel
There’s (alot) genius in what we (see) experience is real
Those images and sounds that you can’t comprehend
Are products of your own mental ends
Stories more intricate
And characters counterfeit
A setting almost too perfectly drawn
All part of your being (self) of dawn
Find Your Dreamscape!
