Sometimes, I feel so TIRED.
Escaping, INTO, my dreams.
Not ever, to be SEEN.
There, and there, ONLY, I feel, I am me.
Dreams a plenty, yes, LET IT BE ME!
Reality too real, too MUCH for me!
I'm NEVER, tired, in my dreams.
I'm never SICK in my dreams.
I never say a BAD WORD, in my dreams.
I understand ALL, AND EVERYTHING, yet nothing too question, in my dreams.
My LOVE, is greater than ever known, in my dreams.
No HATRED, in my dreams.
Simplistic BURDENS, of the everyday world, so INSANE, or is it just me?
I'm OUT OF PLACE, in all places!
Except one, my DREAMS!
MAYBE WHEN WE DIE, WE CONTINUE ON, IN OUR LAST DREAM.
FOR IN MY DREAMS, I'M TRULY ME!
I WISH TO BE. . . NON OTHER. . . THAN PLAIN OL' ME!
"maybe when we die we continue on, in our last dream"
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure if I want to continue in some of my dreams. I have such strange dreams and sometimes scary or confusing dreams.
But I think I understand what you are saying here because from what you have written in the past, you have some amazing dreams.
It's good to see you again. I have, as usual, missed you, but I keep hoping you will get back into the swing of writing.
Hope you and your lady love have a beautiful week my friend.
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