Walking alone,
Detached from reality,
Strolling along,
A gentle running stream.

The Mockingbirds, along the way,
Were calling out, my name,
Saying,
"Nothing will ever, be the same."

If continue,
I do,
Staying away,
From the beauty, of you.

The unicorns,
Happily prancing,
On,
Green fields of clover.

Fairies flying,
Buzzing around my head,
Yelling,
Whispers into my ears.

Of beautiful melodies,
I have not,
Heard in years.

As I await,
Pegasus,
To carry me, under his wing,
Flying me, out of this dream.

By: William Bonilla.......8/26/02