Dreamlands
Bailey Yates
Two-way mirror upon the wall,
I’m on both sides, standing tall.
Tell me which reflection’s real,
And which I have yet to feel.
Imaginary beasts running wild,
In my mind much like a child’s.
Every nightmare has been worthwhile,
Every dream has brought a smile.
I’m standing, brisk winds settling in,
I’ve lost a battle I was sure I’d win.
I’ll hold myself close and won’t let go,
The wind pushing me to and fro.
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