No Escape From This Dream Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wandering lanes of a fantasy world, vacantly looking at
the sights, no one else around, there's not a soul to
talk to.

All is quiet and nondescript, a feeling of deep insight,
intuitively and reluctantly leading me beyond the horizon,
there's no sun rising or setting.

No moonlight to guide or lead anywhere, a silence has
grasped this mind, intellect, and being so securely that
there is no way to escape from this dream of a nightmare,
just continuing to sit and write alone into the night.