A Place of Dreams

What's real in the eyes of men?

Must we suffer from the seven?

The world is plagued by worry and pain,

and I wish to avoid the reality stain.

 

Worlds are created by the mind.

There is magic and enchantment of all kind.

Heroes and villains, dimensions and gods,

adventures, romance, some alien pods.

 

A world of one's own creation

untouchable by a man-made station.

Dreams and desires all in one place

unaltered by time's endless race.

 

A place of perfection and a lot more

not accessible by a door.

For in a world coming apart at seams,

this unmarked place is a place of dreams.

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