Surreal Reality Poem by Daniel Richards

What is real… what is real
My dreams question,
Is it place that seems to best fill
The ultimate suggestion

Lying in my bed at night
I see the realm of dreamy sight
There is no wrong, there is no right
In my land of twisted twilight

I have no wings yet I can fly
There are no bounds I never die
Feeling only good emotion I never cry
As I heave a long pleasured sigh

There are no motives as I stare
Into a Dal’i abyss without care,
I walk upon the labyrinths floor of blue stone
Or relax on my old oak throne

There’s no place I’d rather be
Other then my surreal reality….