Poolrooms

It was a place I saw countless moons ago.
Everything was tiled.
And after the dream,I woke up tired.

It had pools oh so deep.
And I saw the place,dreaming in my sleep.
It just looked so familiar.

And so,I did research.
This place divine wasn’t mine.
And they called it,the poolrooms.

It’s a level in the backrooms.
But is it safe?
Do I have to wait till nighttime to see it again?

Perhaps if it were real I would swim in the pools.
I know no creature will find us.
Because it’s all a dream.

And not everything is what it seem.
The water soaks in my hair.
The memory of the place is still there.

And I wished I could visit it for real.
The poolrooms,intrigue is what I feel.
I watched as layers of this memory peel.

And people online told me all of its origins and intentions.
Oh,the fire in my heart.
Should I keep looking?

Or can I tell apart?
What is fake,what is real?
Are the poolrooms just how I feel?

In that dream,I was still a child.
Back when my worries were mild.
And the fact I saw all of this is wild.

Should I believe my eyes?
Or should I stop looking?
I slept deeply in my bed,the memory is knocking.

And my fatigue is mocking me.
Would you come with me to this wonderful place?
Let us swim and relax in grace.

At the end of the day,we go back home.
And we dream inside sleep all our own.
Poolrooms,backrooms.

Such a strange sight.
I saw it in my dreams that night.
Oh,if only you were real.

But alas,it’s only how I feel.
Let us stop now and take rest.
I will take care of all the rest.

Because this place was merely a test.