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I have a recurring dream Settle down I'll set the scene An old house I'm renovating Quite large with many rooms Outside the garden needs tending A fishpond with murky water Broken statue Needs mending There's a feeling of foreboding I try to ignore this Concentrate on the work One day it will be A fine holding There's a cupboard that's hard to find You can climb right inside To a shaft leading down A Long Way Down Once you reach the bottom There's a tunnel That goes straight ahead Taking a walk down I start to forget It's small things to start But the further I go More is forgotten I'm compelled to carry on But where do I stop? Until I've forgotten who I am? Until I've forgotten how to turn back! How far can I push forward? Each time I try to go Another step Forward Then One Last Thought Is Left TURNAROUND Each step back Brings a memory back It's at this point I awake Every time I return The renovation Has progressed Fish now swim In clear water of the pond The feeling of foreboding Is lessening Birds outside Now singing But That cupboard is still Hard to find I know If of the mind Could find And one more time......
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Jul 13, 2024
Jul 13, 2024 at 3:40 AM UTC
Recurring Dream, sometimes a nightmare
I have a recurring dream Settle down I'll set the scene An old house I'm renovating Quite large with many rooms Outside the garden needs tending A fishpond with murky water Broken statue Needs mending There's a feeling of foreboding I try to ignore this Concentrate on the work One day it will be A fine holding There's a cupboard that's hard to find You can climb right inside To a shaft leading down A Long Way Down Once you reach the bottom There's a tunnel That goes straight ahead Taking a walk down I start to forget It's small things to start But the further I go More is forgotten I'm compelled to carry on But where do I stop? Until I've forgotten who I am? Until I've forgotten how to turn back! How far can I push forward? Each time I try to go Another step Forward Then One Last Thought Is Left TURNAROUND Each step back Brings a memory back It's at this point I awake Every time I return The renovation Has progressed Fish now swim In clear water of the pond The feeling of foreboding Is lessening Birds outside Now singing But That cupboard is still Hard to find I know If of the mind Could find And one more time......
#dreams#nightmare
Nick-Moore
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Nick-Moore
English
Jul 13, 2024
Jul 13, 2024 at 3:40 AM UTC
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