Dreaming Poem by Colette Grosvenor
Dreaming
Is there any point in dreaming?
Hiding the real world to stop you from screaming.
Living in a make believe bubble,
But forgetting your old life is the trouble.
Your new life in the bubble, you float away,
Hoping your memories will quickly decay.
The truth is, they will always be there,
But to your new life they will never compare.
Your new life is make believe,
Which will not be well received.
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