At night I dream of adventure, The protagonists gain structure. The stories weave through time, While the players fall in line. They travel bright stars And dive deep seas. They travel to distant wars Seeking worthy enemies. I dream stories at night, Though they don’t last, And are shy in the light. Deigning to be remembered They leave me after waking. Returning in the night To be forgotten again in light. Stories dreamed in the day Are far less fun. I the flawed protagonist, Dreaming other players fall in line, With my adventure through time, As our sole bright star Dives to the west. Fighting my little war Inventing unworthy enemies. These lying daydreams, Convincing all the same, Tell stories of future And past failure. Distracting prose spinning In my brain. No shyness here Instead, bold stories that drain. I must kill the day, And dream at night.
Dreaming Stories
Dreaming Stories
Dreaming Stories
At night I dream of adventure, The protagonists gain structure. The stories weave through time, While the players fall in line. They travel bright stars And dive deep seas. They travel to distant wars Seeking worthy enemies. I dream stories at night, Though they don’t last, And are shy in the light. Deigning to be remembered They leave me after waking. Returning in the night To be forgotten again in light. Stories dreamed in the day Are far less fun. I the flawed protagonist, Dreaming other players fall in line, With my adventure through time, As our sole bright star Dives to the west. Fighting my little war Inventing unworthy enemies. These lying daydreams, Convincing all the same, Tell stories of future And past failure. Distracting prose spinning In my brain. No shyness here Instead, bold stories that drain. I must kill the day, And dream at night.