Poetry

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What's

in a Dream?

 

 

 

Floating ahead –

a life far too normal

Maybe if I wasn’t me

Maybe if I was you

The one born with all the vision

And I who have only dreams

Asleep now, never to dream again

What are dreams if they slip below?

Gone into dark depths

Where we fall, to see lies we were told

The lies now become me

I don’t want it!

Can I be you?

Where dreams live and breathe

Never to hear NO

Only to go up

And dream about being...

 

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