Somnambulist
Some days I feel
Like a somnambulist
Walking in my sleep
While I’m awake
I wonder how I got here
In a dreamscape
Of my own making
My mind absent
In the waking world
My body acts on reflex
While my thoughts
Are floating around
Above my physical form
In clouds of dreams
My body enacts the
Normal natural tasks
While my imagination
Creates desired outcomes in a
Magical state of parasomnia



“Life is but a dream..😇. Love this poem, Rea
A lot of us can identify with this one! I know I can.