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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A sense of spreading some dreams and hopes.

Submitted: August 06, 2017

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Submitted: August 06, 2017



What if dreams were

Appointments meant

To fulfill your wildest fantasies?

You wake up to them

Knowing they’re heaven sent

A one shot of remedies.


Then who would be king

And who would be a millionaire

Who would have the jet

And the yacht, the mansion

All the young firm ones they’ve never met

All this and expected expansion


Who would find love, peace

And harmony with satisfaction

Then go about everyday claiming

The same for everyone around them

Who would be the king of attraction

Attracting all the good in the world maiming

Evil in every track that surrounds them


What love and money were instant

At the wake of a dream with no disease

Or death to damage the deal

What if feelings remained constant

We really had each other to appease

At a time when “fill” falls in for “feel”


Weird world would it be if we became

Carbon copies because of replicated dreams

Who would give them up because of another?

Are we wild in dreams, out of them seem tame?

Do we screen reality’s alter version of schemes?

Are we not replacing reality for its twin brother?

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