The Death Of A Daydream Poem by Lazarus Knix

I’m inventing a world
Where love is lush green,
And grows gently upon everything.
With crimson skies, A platinum surface-
Where discontent is rare-
And failure rarer still-
(Existing solely to elevate victory)

I could return to our world-
A world where we have
Lost the battle of everything.
Yet in daydreams,
We are the incarnation of
Our true potential.

Now, I watch the moon
And the sun shake hands,
And dance madly with the redwoods-
When suddenly, I come acro-