I wake up sweating
Smiling
Delirious
From a dream
Where i traveresed
The length and breadth of
The land where i want to live
Eating its foods
So good was the dream
That my tummy was full from it
Early in the morning
The sights, the smell, the taste
Of the the food and land
Were all upon me
For a moment
The choice was mine
To be happy at such a fulfilling dream
Or to be sad
That it wasn't true
Often i choose to doom myself
With the second choice
(The real me under the cheery facade
Is a pessimist)
But sometimes, some times
It's good to float for hours
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