An Old Dream

A while back I had a dream. Nothing like King’s Dream. I don’t remember why. Maybe I was angry. But I didn’t regret it. I was the cause Of a car wreck On a bridge At 60 miles per hour. There were no fatalities. But I was frustrated Even after the crash When the car finally stopped. Was I frustrated that it happened? Or was I frustrated That I couldn’t make it worse?

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