At a desk with a lamp
Light shimmers like stars clustered on the ceiling
Voices whisper over the clicking of notes
Rising to a crescendo
All around the world
People click these buttons
Watching the lights
Hoping for a difference
A chance to change
This is why we have dreams
YOU ARE READING
Asleep
PoetryA girl dreams of the world. She sees rivers, forests, and skies. She soars through the air as a bird, types strong words onto a computer, and decides which of the worlds is best. Join her on nightly dreaming. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~...
