Randy McClave

(Ashland, Kentucky)

Dreams Or Nightmares


I enjoy escaping this world and it’s reality,
At night when I go to bed and then off to sleep,
In which there is not hate or hunger or brutality,
As away from my mind that reality I do I sweep.
I close my eyes and then I escape in a trance,
To the place where happiness and joy is the theme,
I am happy and in love as I have found a new romance,
But, to arrive there, I must first dream.

I enjoy taking a nap when I am on a break,
So, that I can escape once again into a dream,
Where I have no worries, I truly hate being awake,
While dreaming, I am not weak or poor, but supreme.
Some people will say that I am dreaming my life away,
But, then my dreams our mine and they are not theirs,
While being awake I am no one, but everyone’s prey,
So, I would rather dream than to have my nightmares.

Randy L. McClave

Submitted: Saturday, February 15, 2014

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