It's Strange Poem by no one
It's Strange
It's strange.
You wake up feeling alien in your bed,
'Where is my fantasy? '
Reality creeped in while you were asleep.
It sat by you, watching you.
It mocked the world of make-believe
Dancing in your mind.
As you awoke it entered you,
Like a witch's curse.
'Where is your prince now? '
Waiting in the depths of your head,
Until you return to your fanciful bed.
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