#WritcoPoemPrompt37
In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams... Yet it's only a dream!

Here we are,
Soaring through the stars..

How far must we travel,
No matter how much we gravel..

We are merely just being us,
A few screws missing on this bus...

Even during the furry storms,
We sing our feelings within our songs..

Still...