Wake up
Wake up
You're dreaming again.
There's a room,
Fit just for you
Dyed in blue
And made to talk
To the being you
Love the most.
Unlimited power
And no will was left
As the world ended
But maybe
That was all
Just
A
Dream...
YOU ARE READING
Ideals In A Small World
PoetryA collection of poetry, short stories, and any ideas that must be shared within the closeted shelter of a second home.
