Sunday, January 19, 2020

A Road But Not to Town

“So winter progresses. The woodpile shrinks.” ~WH

Waking people like to say
Dreams are something to achieve.
Dreams are magic. Dreams escape.
Dreams are wishes made beliefs.

Dreaming people have no choice.
We do as our dreams demand.
We cry out without a voice.
Night’s an ocean. There’s no land.

Dreaming people will forget
We existed, once we wake.
Be glad dreams leave no regrets.
Dreamers only make mistakes.

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