Dreams
I have them it seems after all - nightmares too, but dreams?
They are such folly.
The nightmares are far more familiar
They test my mettle and warn of things familiar and not,
That would harm or destroy us or
perhaps, just not be.
Silliness really, these dreams.
Things imagined which can never be,
I prefer the nightmares,
for they are all real, always and vividly
real
They do not disappoint - like dreams.
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 10:01 PM UTC
Dreams
I have them it seems after all - nightmares too, but dreams?
They are such folly.
The nightmares are far more familiar
They test my mettle and warn of things familiar and not,
That would harm or destroy us or
perhaps, just not be.
Silliness really, these dreams.
Things imagined which can never be,
I prefer the nightmares,
for they are all real, always and vividly
real
They do not disappoint - like dreams.
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