I come here in my dreams
You see, life is far too boring
At least for me
And so I slip away
When I can
When no one notices
To be somewhere that
delights me
And so I dream
Of flowers that grow to be ten-feet-tall
Of trees that speak and can twist and turn
Of storms you can conquer
Of fires birthed from temper
Of creatures that will guide
Of dragons that may fly
Of sirens that will sing
Of ruined worlds that desire
Of perfect worlds that need to shatter
Of magic and mayhem and mischief
Of wars that are fought with honor
Of peace that is so very tranquil
Of oceans that will part
Of forests that will move
Of gods that will bring ruination
Or redemption
Of martyrs, of sinners
Of those that simply care not
And of those that dream as I do
Of those that dream to live
Or of those that dream of death
We all belong in these dreams
For better or for worse
I know I do
And so I dream…