Behind you,
behind you

The frustration begins

Every time,
he looks around,
he doesn't see or hear a sound.

Reality knocks,
The penny drops.

Or,
Are we all still shouting
behind you,
behind you?

As the sediment of memory
settles on the river bed
Of the mind,
Only a little is remembered
of what gets left behind.

How I'd like to drill a core sample
without getting clinical,
Slice up
That cylindrical.

Re-examine,
Re-discover
the things
I left
behind.

One night it did occur,
Magic carpet's
are real and true.

My mattress where I lay in slumber,
My dreams,
my magic carpet ride.

While riding one night
a thought did arise,
Dreams feature
sunshine
and
light.

Dream light,
I could not help theorize,
upon a leaf
would it
photosynthesise?

Low or high
your time is in short supply

Staring at screens
destroys dreams  

It's not all bad
reconnected with old friends
it's mad

But get it in perspective,
when out with friends
be with them,
real life collective.