Ocean of Time
Sonnet
When I dream, I dream of an endless blue.
I fall and fall and cold devours the time.
It will steal everything I thought was true,
And drown my soul, in this world that was mine.
They call me daydreamer, what if I am?
Is it really bad? Or just what they say?
I am fine with those daydreams, now and then,
And I just love to get carried away.
Even those dreams are deep like an ocean,
Fed by monsters made of fear and sorrow,
I've lost my heart in this cold emotion,
So the dark fills up my body's hollow.
An ocean of time, I'm lost in the mist,
And thoughts creep like monsters from the abyss.