Some where over a rainbow,
Or down a rabbit's hole.
It matters not how you get there,
Rather that it is an escape.
Dreams are like heaven,
You can do whatever you want.
Imagine the limitless possibilities,
You rule over all.
Dreams are also worse than hell, some say,
Because all dreams, bad or good,
Must at some point, end.
Some where over a rainbow,
Or down a rabbit's hole.
It matters not how you get there,
But rather it is an escape.
From reality, from the pain, from the hurt all aside,
Something no one can ever truly,
Escape...
Peter Vector
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-464/
