Poetry

My dreams are always corrupt,
I always fall for the trap of the tornado
The natural disaster tearing through,
You'd think by now I'd know
That'd I'd see the warning signs,
Of a storm on the distant shore,
Riding the waves, closer, closer,
But what should I look for?
The storms now are hidden
By the clouds of the past
Fogging up memory,
Not letting me go fast
I want my dreamland back now,
I don't want it to get destroyed
But if I try to escape the twister,
All I get is annoyed
So back into my dreams I'll fall,
Ignoring nature's twisted call
Hoping that the stars won't fall,
Prolonging happiness, the ultimate stall.