Young Writers Society

Dream

Looking up at me

With an innocent face,

Begging for me to be on her side.

Reaching down to take her out of the well;

I fell in myself.

I hit my head on a brick

Was slightly further out than the rest.

It reminded me of a friend,

Whom I hadn’t expected to be so creative in their thinking.

My lips curved up.

Then got knocked out from hitting my head…

Oh yeah.

Happiness is overwhelming.

I woke in a flower patch,

She came storming in and slapped me.

I turned into a bunny with a broken leg,

I didn’t hop,

Instead walked in a weird damaged way.

Until she caught me,

And put me inside an amplifier.

I got shocked with music,

Which carried me back to reality.

That other friend came and got me out,

She spoke some sense into me,

That made me have an everlasting thought.

I believe nobody has completed it.

Simply because the world isn’t completed.

Yet.

She drove me home.

I didn’t imagine there to be a home,

It didn’t quite fit with my life.

I found my family.

They looked different…

Older.

And I was here,

Alone,

In a seemingly opposite universe.

They'd built a well,

Smack in the middle of the lawn.

I peered in, and there she was,

With that innocent face again...