Hey this is a quick poem I came up with while walking to school. I though it was half decent so I decided to write it down. I haven't done many rhyming poems so this is kind of new to me. Please tell me what you think.
Quietly upstairs I creep
My mind succumbs to dream filled sleep
My imagination runs wild
As I dream of being a small child
Asleep in a trance like state
There's not a thing a can't create
My mind runs through the possibilities
With no desire for responsibility
From this dream I too must wake
Leaving me longing for my dream state.