
During the day I slog,
Chase deadlines,
Listen to growls of my boss,
Snide of my colleagues,
Whining of my mate…
In my attempts to please all
I forget my own identity,
My happiness,
My privacy…
But when all is asleep at night,
I truly come alive!
Finally I get the time;
My time to spread my wings,
A secret hidden from all,
Wings that let me fly
And explore merrily the world,
From the dark sky…

Oh I do this too! In my waking dreams the hidden me breaks forth in vivid imagination.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
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DeleteAt night, yes. Where dreams are born.
ReplyDeleteyea...you're right :-)
DeleteWhere anything is possible...
ReplyDeleteyep!!! thanks for a prompt @Tess
DeleteHow wonderful is the dream realm!
ReplyDeleteyes it is..a perfect place to be :-)
DeleteSleep truly is the dark angel.
ReplyDeleteyes it it. Thanks for reading :-)
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