The Dream Land Poem by Random Poet

i have always dreamed of wanting to go to
a place where i can finally sleep
and dream of that, which is ironic
isnt dreaming a dream of which i sleep in?
then i reach out and touch it and grab
with all my fanciful hands, until i grab its stake
and i gasp and i feel the excitement
i feel a slight adrenaline rush over me as i go
into my dream land. i ignore them for i know
they are jealous of me having gone into dream land
because i see them crying all day over
something, i remember someone saying losers weepers,
and i cross through reality like it is a veil
that acts as a broken shield
for actually before coming into this dream land
maybe i was in another one
which in itself maybe wasn't really bad
because they were walking through me
as if i don't exist
rather than actually crying over something
that doesn't exist
so I go further and further
and through the harlequins that he plays
I bring myself to see
the real end of it all
because dreams always end when you wake
I see whether I have made myself
A nice person, because I have always dreamt
Dreams that were full of nice sweet things
Like lollipops and rainbows
And I see them staring at me
Through a broken window.
They shout at me through the evening skyline
And they try so hard
But it's still a window to my dream.

I wake up to find myself in another dream,
But night has fallen already.