Waking to Reality, to Dream of Fantasy

It's falling

Down...

Down...

Down.

Suddenly realizing 

Reality is 

Coming to find you.

It's getting up only to 

Feel fantasy cease from memory.

To have your breathing start

Reminding you that

Reality controls

Your life.

To feel life slip its warm arms

Around your waist and lead you

Into the world once again.

You go through the

Day. 

Dreaming of the previous 

Night

the Victories,

Battles,

and Futures yet to be held.

As you wait for the 

Day to begin,

You begin to hope,

For the next night of 

Fantasy.

This poem is about: 
Me

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