Hours fly past I hear no sound,
My brain is racing,
Nothing makes sense,
Escape to dreams and fantasies, Live in a land of make believe,
My sky is purple, My clouds are pink,
Tree's multicoloured,
Peaceful, Tranquil, serene,
My World,
Snap back to reality,
With a painful bump,
Look around at the mundane things,
Endure the loud silence,
Then dream again.......
Kresta Farr
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-312/
