As I close my eyes tonight,
And am whisked off to a world only I know,
Where the sky is never grey,
And the sand on my feet is warm.
Where those who have passed still meet,
And where we can still speak,
The place only in my mind,
But as real as the rest of the world.
An alternative life to live,
A gift my brain will give,
Full of amazing journeys,
That will only be known by me.
It’s my own little paradise,
Hidden in a jungle of thoughts,
A place no-one else can visit,
But everyone else can exist.
©The Pesky Poet
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