Hours fly past I hear no sound, <br />My brain is racing, <br />Nothing makes sense, <br />Escape to dreams and fantasies, Live in a land of make believe, <br />My sky is purple, My clouds are pink, <br />Tree's multicoloured, <br />Peaceful, Tranquil, serene, <br />My World, <br />Snap back to reality, <br />With a painful bump, <br />Look around at the mundane things, <br />Endure the loud silence, <br />Then dream again.......<br /><br />Kresta Farr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-312/
