I think

 Onetime i slipped through the window

Escaped the darkness inside and got lured through the glowing sight

I had my blue scarf on and a basket full of might

I walked through the path every one took

Filled with straws and layers of doom

My mind swore it was a dream 

But i had no memory 

I stood ahead a dark shape

Somewhat rough and spare

As i lent my hand ahead

It glowed and snared

I walked around to see what it held

I came across its only bare

It glowed dim but gave off a slip of wimp

I do not know why

To this day 

Whether it was 

A

Dream or

A

Life beginning...