My Usually Empty Place

by Fictionloidweeb

Poetry about a dream world that is only seperated from one’s reality. A world that is used as a gateway ticket to heaven, and as a way to finally experience leisure.

When i am in the real world, i do the handiwork, legwork, just the usual stuff.

But when i go to sleep, all of it changes once i am in a completely different world

that is seperated from my usual reality.

I take a deep breath and try my best to examine the world around me, which was full of

cotton candy, amusement parks, party games, and exclusive tickets to a music concert.

I would much rather stay in that world of leisure rather then continue doing the legwork in my reality.

But alas, my own dream world is only short lived, as i wake up in the morning, and continue doing the legwork.

How i could do anything to stay in that dream world, rather then just clean up after others, and feel unhelped, and ungraduted.

End.