Dream.

Under the blanket i go,
into a secret place
where i hide away.

Grasping for breathe,
but mouth wouldn't open,
leaving my heart beating faster.

Light pours in
through clear glass panels,
near blinding my sight.

Familiar scenes,
replays itself in my head
but making no sense.

People seeking acceptance
from not of their own,
changing who they are to meet the goal.

Those of the odd
to become the rally flags
as the great gathering unfolds.