Lost Dreams
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Not once does life come to me
The vivid lucidity of wondrous dream
No memory or wish played out
On the imaginative stage
The subconscious at play
Dressed in the colors of the rainbow
Nuanced fortune-telling
Revealed with every sense
Where superheroes are born
And nightmares hold our monsters
Technicolor trance
That breathes for the soul
A window to the psyche
That remains with dawn’s light
Oh, how I wish for dreams
Just to prove I am alright
But life does not come to me
The vivid lucidity of wondrous dream
My nights are blank
Time passed without note
A repetitive hollow moment
Where I hide from everything
Both the good and the bad
I am a man of no dreams
And that is the saddest truth
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commonsensiblyspeaking 
Well, once again a wonderful piece of writing although a dark mood, it is deep and pensive. Great work my friend,
F
Thank you Francisco!
My pleasure my friend!
achingly sad and beautifully said
Thank you Beth!
So hauntingly powerful and sad.
Thank you Pete!
What started as a fantasy adventure did end a bit sad. But when I started reading it, felt like a bedtime stories. And in each one of our mind there is a fantasy world, just that we lock it’s door when reality keeps pulling us back. While at the end both are an illusion. You write such beautiful that you should be the man of vivd dreams
Maybe that is why it comes out in words since it doesn’t come out in my dreams. Interesting thought.
To come out in words, you have to imagine, and your imagination is not different from a beautiful dream. Either way, the result is your amazing words