So many nights
are spent,
imagining the surreal,
thinking about the undiscovered.
So many nights
are spent,
dreaming.
Dreaming,
about things that
could happen.
Dreaming,
about things that
could not.
The ending to a story,
that you wished had
had a different finish.
A dance,
that you hope to star in.
A song,
that you want to sing,
that you want to share.
Sometimes,
these dreams stay stuck with us,
they cling to us,
like gummy bears to our teeth,
while some,
just wash away.
Some just simply
fade away.
are spent,
imagining the surreal,
thinking about the undiscovered.
So many nights
are spent,
dreaming.
Dreaming,
about things that
could happen.
Dreaming,
about things that
could not.
The ending to a story,
that you wished had
had a different finish.
A dance,
that you hope to star in.
A song,
that you want to sing,
that you want to share.
Sometimes,
these dreams stay stuck with us,
they cling to us,
like gummy bears to our teeth,
while some,
just wash away.
Some just simply
fade away.
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