
My dream life is so extreme,
It would be unfathomable to the outside world I believe.
These experiences feel so real, colour drenched,
Hallucinations of sleep become so deeply entrenched.
I feel the residual effects long after I join this world again,
Like the sleep seeds planted have dug their roots into the fabric of my brain,
The matter of my mind, so entwined.
I live many lives in this one, I can not tell you exactly where I go,
There are no coordinates known,
But it's this split existence that makes me whole.
The entire spectrum of the rainbow, from my head to my toes,
A very special multiverse that only I can hold,
My intricate differences, from the gentle to the bold.



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