Dreaming Poem by Phil Soar

I traveled there in sleep and stayed a little while
Exploring what I witnessed in my head
Expecting nothing more than my own wilderness
I left when I woke up, curled up in bed

I tried to book a flight back there immediately
But couldn’t get a seat whilst wide awake
I had to pre-book on the next excursion
And hoped a new trip wasn’t a mistake

And so to pass the time until my next trip
I worked so hard to feel tired and worn out
And when I boarded on that flight to Snoozeland
I wondered what the sleep would bring about

Sadly, this trip left me feeling vacant
It wasn’t quite the same, I felt let down
And so to book another, or to miss out
Or just to wake, with more than just a frown