I Am Your Dreams

old poem I wrote

I am the narrator of your creative mind,
your fantastic imagination is what I show,
you're my friend to whom I'm always kind,
no fees to me will you ever owe,

I escourt you throgh your fantasy world,
with me you discover all sorts of creatures,
groobling Gruitoffs with disfigured faces,
and kishacking Krubbles who hide in dark places,

I entertain you when the stars are free,
wherever you wish, I where we will be,
even outside of the galaxy, we are able to venture,
I don't want this to end, our wonderful andventure,

If it were up to me, we'd be best friends,
each night I visit you, again and again,
I tell you endless stories with enthusiasm and glee,

But Sadly, You Won't Remember Me . . .


"I Am Your Dreams"