Paramnesia Poem by Isaak DeMaio

Prepare for the day ahead
Look endlessly up to the skies
Get into bed
Close them tiny blue eyes

Fall quietly asleep
All of your dreams come true
An imagination so deep
A beautiful scene with an eloquent view.

The perfect green hills
The blue, blue sky
The magniloquent wind mills
A place where no one could die

The brown horses roaming free
White fences, that never seem to end
With tall evergreen trees
Not a word needs to be said

For this is only a dream
Nothing that can be reclaimed
Wishes that dreams could be as they seem
The beauty of the mind, it cannot be blamed.