Thoughts

One of the first I wrote, originally as a means to practice

rhyme schemes, morphed into something a bit deeper.

                                                                                                          We think we know to where they go

when our minds wander;

                                                                                                                               that special place,

to get some space,

a bit of time to squander;

But it's all a scam,

a mental sham,

they're not really there;

but away on the run,

looking for fun,

we've no idea where;

They show us scenes

by secret means,

so we think they're real;

because its our dreams

or so it seems,

they really want to steal.