Dream Poem by Jaycee Wilkerson

Eyes closed
Mind open
Body is relaxed

Im in another world
Created by my mind
Which means this is my home


Finailly a place to be me
A place to be descrete
Things are too perfect
I have to be sleep

I try not to wake
I look at
The world I made
Then i think what if
I never see it again

Its too perfect to prefect again
I know once im gone
I would have
To manifest again

How can i stay
Everything makes
Sense here
I made this place
So I have nothing to fear

Then everything became clear
The things I was seeing
Where in my head
They were beautiful

Which means my brain
Is actually utillized while Im sleep
Which all makes sense
The world I seek
Can only be reached
Through sleep