By Ariel B. Dizon
My eyes closed for rest
As stars shine bright up above
On one Monday night.
Seconds turned to hours
Tiresome turned to fine feeling
How nice it would be!
Walking through the air
Going to unknown abodes
Clueless what awaits.
If time would permit
I'd like to extend some hours
To explore the world.
Give myself a break
From day's restless goings-on
To have some good dreams.
Dreaming about things
That real life would never give
To hopeless like me.
At some point, I think
This would not be forever
Morning is the end.
But who knows of life?
That dreams might be possible
I have to wait more.
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