Wanna Trade?

I had a dream

but now it's gone.

I've lost the dream, you see.

It's not here

it's not there

it's not anywhere.

It's a trick,

smoke and mirrors.

Or some other foul play.

Green fog,

dark clouds,

something wicked this way comes.

There's nothing I can do,

and already I miss it.

I was happy, really happy.

Fields of flowers,

clear lakes,

emerald frost on windowpanes.

Suddenly, the facade fell

revealing the man behind the curtain.

Frightened, scared, that's all I felt.

Thunderstorms,

bloodstained sheets,

black holes sucking me in.

I had a dream

but now it's gone.

It left something in its place.

Emptiness,

loneliness,

a nightmare of a day.

Wanna trade?

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There you go, Grace!