I Had A Dream
Inside the darkness,
Late at night one can be found caressing the edges of reality.
Walking demons and riches or maybe love.
Under a fantasy, stands and falls,
Golden towers of old.
My hairs are made of lightening,
Flying into the clouds,
Yet the demons will not let go,
Under a heavy load,
Even Martin Luther King, had a dream.
We all dream, don’t we?
What dream isn’t something,
About the Creator
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