Creeps

A sonnet blue 

Like Christmas time

In trees of yesterday

And winds of yesterday

 The thoughts of yesterday

You who are the God

Of your memories

Find no fault with dreams!

For you know they are a

Fucked up version of our minds

But

My question is

How do we go along,

While dreaming,

Of the outlandish shit?!

In our dreams we just accept it as normal

And move on

C'est la vie