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Dream sequences Made up of random patterns So many faces The rhythm of many heartbeats So many minds So many thoughts- conscious or sub-conscious What is their origin? Only source from within us? Maybe thoughts are planted While we are asleep Played to us like a dream film Some we remember Others we forget Yet, they may be residing somewhere Where do lost dreams go? Or, maybe it’s not meant for us Expunged from our subconscious Our every move has a meaning We may not know the origins For all we know Or actions are mirrored
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Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 4:44 PM UTC
Dream sequences
Dream sequences Made up of random patterns So many faces The rhythm of many heartbeats So many minds So many thoughts- conscious or sub-conscious What is their origin? Only source from within us? Maybe thoughts are planted While we are asleep Played to us like a dream film Some we remember Others we forget Yet, they may be residing somewhere Where do lost dreams go? Or, maybe it’s not meant for us Expunged from our subconscious Our every move has a meaning We may not know the origins For all we know Or actions are mirrored
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Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 4:44 PM UTC
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