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Lost, abandoned,

In space and time,

Thinking I am going

Out of my mind,

Visiting places,

Other planets,

Being drawn in

Like a magnet.

Places of forests

Filled with dew,

Steamy and hot

But magnificent views.

Another place of

Just sand and dunes,

Nothing else to see or muse.

Visiting other planets

Of fire and ice,

Places that hardly

Can be said to entice,

These places I visit

In my dreams,

More real than anything.

I ride in spaceships

That are crewed,

By various aliens who,

Speak in tongues that are new

And looks and cultures

Worthwhile taking time

To peruse.

Imagination is a wonderful thing,

Or is it out of body

Astral  travelling.

Are we leaving the illusory behind,

For another dimensional time,

Maybe just another illusory shift,

Or is this how reality

Really exists.