Can I Stay?

I am in

a place,

full of wonder.

Here I can do 

anything;

I can be free.

I can swim 

with a tail,

or run on four

legs.

I can fly on 

wings, laughing

as I twirl

and dive through

the air.

Here I am fast,

here I am strong.

There isn't anything

I can't do.

This place...

it is perfect.

I want to stay here

forever...

I want to live here

with my friends,

with my family.

And just as I

think that

I will stay,

I wake up.

~~~

Just kind of a poem about Dreams. A lot of the time I always wish that I will never wake up, even though I realize that I am dreaming (I lucid dream a lot). It always makes my day when I can remember my dreams, because usually they're pretty detailed and vivid. Bright colors everywhere, usually a lot of things that don't make sense, you know... usual dream stuff. 

Anyway, I had another flying dream last night (I have a lot of those, too). Ever since reading Maximum Ride I've never had a "Peter Pan" flying dream (Aka just kind of floating), but instead I've always had wings. That's kind of been one of my fantasy dreams since forever, and so why shouldn't I dream about that? 

Thanks for reading!

~Mason