I lost myslef to a dream - Faith Garland

If I lost myself to a dream I lost myself to a dream, Where buildings stretched to the sky— Scraping the surface and leaving jagged gashes Gaping up yonder. I trudged beneath the stars Which were left Dangling from the sky By silk woven alike to spider web.

Paws worked the roads instead of tires, The big beady cat eyes your headlights While twitching black whiskers were The steps up to your violet-velvet fur cushion.

The streets were busy, Plagued by people The only thing was, A blank slate replaced Where they could once, see, speak, and taste With long, ghastly limbs, Large flat feet… These are not the people I grew up To greet

I lost myself to a dream

By Faith Garland