Where Dreams Begin

In my head, where ideas roam,

Events are always fun.

Way up high, I'm aiming for the stars,

Still, they are always beyond my effortlessness.

The air feels light, and I am scheduled for Thursday.

Like I am a ghost fading into the evening.

I am lost in my little personal universe,

Where I'm not lonely, and dreams seem real.

Here in this interesting locale, my ideas start flying.

Small things don't bother me as they once did.

Here it is so quiet.

I let all my problems be left behind.

Where it's so bright, I will linger here.

I feel great like I am free.

I will keep soaring even if I cannot reach the stars.

It delights me to have arrived in a dream where anything is possible.