I feel like a large, jagged grey rock in a field of only grass
Or like a silver flute within the orchestra of brass
An empty shell alone on the sand
Here I sit in my room, to escape to my fantasy land
A land of mythical creatures and beasts
With fantastically detailed futuristic cities in the north, south, west and east
Beautiful meadows and trees surround
These cities that come from the differentiating directions all around
All is perfect and magical
Everything so fanciful
But when I wake up from this good dream
All those lonely feelings come tumbling back to wake me, like a rushing river stream.
If you’re curious, the meaning of this poem is telling about this one day when I just felt extremely lonely, and then I took a nap and had a wonderful dream. The picture I chose was what I thought could represent my lonely self on the road to dream land.