Alive Poem by david guerrero

Alive



The night sky opens and my dreams come alive,
Born from deep inside my conscience, and raised to lie, sometimes I just wish my imagination could live, and this reality would die.
From my head to my soles, I yearn to let go, and float on senses that only I can clutch, my head's full of pressure, and it needs an opening for these unscripted thoughts to rush.
Imagination fades and dreams get crushed, but so does everything else...

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