Like a mouse to cheese,
Dreams came in the middle of the night
All of them, different ages, different genders, different personalities
They flooded my head with images of great things
Some good, some bad
I stayed and watched them pass by 'cause I had nothing else to do
When they left, I was left astounded
Seeds had been planted in my mind
So I wrote a story about all of them
The end
Explanation:
This poem explains how even though dreams can be kind of scary, they also have a lot of creativity hiding behind the fears.
also, it is okay to edit, or make worse, just know i am gonna keep a copy of this for personal purposes.
