The Mediocre Dream

I float away into the land of dreams,

A world of purple, blue and peach,

Magnificent winged unicorns racing by,

Stars do a twinkle and the moon shines bright,

I drift and drift into lands of wonder,

Calm at last, I guessed,

Drenched by a pale of water,

I hear a rasping voice, 'stop dreaming and go to work'.

Sigh, dreams are peaceful than reality.