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Dreams

the day is kind

so it seems

because the night is haunted by dreams.

flashing images of things to come

and things gone by.

sub conscious.

no control.

no way out.

you don't choose

it chooses you

it has more power than

you ever will.

it can control you

make you see things that are not there

that shouldn't be there.

you think things here

you have never thought or will think.

its not you

but its not someone else.

its not your mind

its not even your soul.

 

it has you where it wants you

and you will never be free

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Written by
cliona-calnan
Irish
Published
Aug 18, 2010
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