Bizarre Dreams

My dreams are so bizarre,
Yet my life goes on with a steady hum

I wish I were the gymnast,
Free and nimble and proud.

The shape-shifter,
Trying to save the world.

The famous idol,
Adored and applauded,

Or the king’s daughter,
Witnessing a ritual as old as time.

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