My Dreams by: Faviola

My dreams are a therapeutic vortex
A melodic symphony
To release stress

Every note an every bip
Guides my thoughts
Then let em rip

I ride this comatose erosion
As a million thoughts
Implode in

An I dissect every notion
Of how it is or was then
Or should I, could I, but when...

Or even my very favorite
The future on what I
made it

Where I've come to go, an gone now
But how I'm there? there's no How...

Or reenacting that very moment
Of what you should of said
An you know it

But yet at last
It's just a dream
An only there
It is what it seems!