I create my environment while I’m at rest.
Feelings I have are known as the best.
Creating a playground of my own desire.
Of which cannot and will not ever expire.
A world of my choosing all to my self.
Something not found in a book on a shelf.
Visuals of my persona explode.
Leaving a trail of my internal code.
After leaving my body, I feel nothing.
When all is restored I feel a slight tugging.
Reenter the world rejuvenated and new.
Drowsy and weak, not coming through.
A weight is restored on top of my head.
Chaos commences, as I roll out of bed.
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