I walk the path of waking dreams

Through sun drenched libraries,

Where books lay scattered,

Young and old,

Of stories left

Still untold.

Some of them will arise at my touch,

Their words will stir,

Their pages turn.

I walked the path of waking dreams,

As I became lost in my mind,

And thus I rewrite my memories.

This path, it leads me far,

On quests and journeys,

Forever towards the stars,

I voyage and I roam.

Sometimes I encounter others,

On this path of waking dreams,

We nod to each other as we pass,

For some of those stories will arise at their touch.

We are daydreamers,

Those of us who walk this path,

We drift through a painted world,

One which awaits to unfold,

Through the ink of our pens.

These weapons we wield cause powerful storms,

To battle the nightmares who oppose.

We walk the path of waking dreams,

Sail the ocean of alternate realities,

It is only a matter of time,

Before our stories weave great tapestries.