A World Past My Own
The dream world is special,
It’s where anything can be real,
Things can change,
But they can also be sealed.
From those who are not worthy,
Of the delights in this world,
The ones that will never really,
Understand the words.
When I say unicorn,
They think of a magic beast,
But when I say chocolate,
They will always think of feasts.
In my fantasy,
There are no hungers or pains,
In this world,
All people will gain.
Is the knowledge,
They never knew they wanted,
They never new existed.
I know of fairies, trolls and pixies,
I know of things that will never by made into myths,
Humans can dream,
But they never search deep enough.
To realise what world awaits them,
When they travel through there dreams.
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