Concealed within blankets.
As sound flies me to the unknown.
Eye lids shut,
to hide from the world.
Dreams remain dreams; they refuse to escape the mind.
And here I am, inside.
I do not have directions and have no intentions— of returning.
Here, I will stay!
Here forever and a day!
Hand in hand I serenade,
To the lover I name: Thought.

 
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