In dreams we fly, in dreams we soar
Our minds create a world to explore
But what of those who can control
The dreams they have, and make them whole?
A mystery lies in lucid dreams
Where one can shape their world, it seems
The mind becomes a canvas, free
To paint a world, as they see
The dreamer becomes the artist here
Creating landscapes far and near
A playground for the mind to play
A canvas where thoughts can stay
In lucid dreams, we can achieve
What in reality we cannot believe
A place where limits cease to be
And we can become truly free
The mystery of lucid dreams remains
A place where creativity reigns
A world that's truly in our minds
Where anything is possible to find.
About the Creator
Jacob Glory
I fell in love with words as a child. After overcoming self-doubt, I found my voice and began publishing my work online. Through my writing, I explore human emotion and weave stories that are raw and honest.
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