Thirty Minute Pony Stories

Tell me, what do you see in your dreams? For I cannot.

But yet I see this silent, waking world, but yet I beam. While you falsely, dumbly shamble about, I still know where I trot.

Tell me, how is the sky? What do you feel as you soar through that false, surreal space? Is it still like the ground, but less to pass by? With those false wings and false horn, I bet you could race.

Tell me, what is it to “dream?” Are there arrange colors, strange things, strange beings? Do they make your eyes gleam? Images that you cling?

Sometimes I ask myself these questions, As my restless mind cannot learn their lessons.

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Obscure Comments:

Ooh, this one was neat! I don’t know if the length of this is due to time constraints or if it was a stylistic choice, but it really helps the aesthetic. I always love this kind of abstract-ish, more contemplative stuff. Good job!