I lay upon my cloud of dreams
oblivious to every reality storm;
My hopes swathe me in soothing beams
and coo me to sleep, content and warm.
Life brings with it, many extremes,
highs and lows are the norm;
Vibrant laughter or silent screams...
Are the games of fate ever uniform?
My ambitions may burst at their seams
but my will has never lost its form;
And as I relive my daydreams,
to no excuse, my heart shall conform
For on my silvery cloud, optimism gleams,
contentment reigns, on its glowing platform;
Although the journey is never as easy as it seems,
I choose to never give up until I perform.
Thus, I lay upon my cozy cloud of dreams,
oblivious to every reality storm;
My hopes swathe me in soothing beams,
and coo me to sleep, content and warm...
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