I live in my dreams
I haunt reality
my mother sings to me
she sings me to sleep
Reality doesn’t have much to give me
I’d rather be sleeping and hide in my dreams
awake I can’t breathe
the light is so heavy
asleep I can see
the colors wide and deep
Reality doesn’t have much to give me
I’d rather be sleeping and hide in my dreams
Reality doesn’t have much to give me
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The Human Poet 
This poem is beautiful, sad and beautiful.
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Thank you. I’m performing it at the Rochester Fringe Festival this Wednesday and Thursday. (As a song)
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