And think about what?
My mind draws a blank
when I think that I thanked
someone I loved but now I don't trust.
If you know what I'm saying you think like a wizard
or maybe you too are up in the night
tired but restless playing with words
What was it I dreamt that won't let me sleep?
Maybe it wasn't a dream but a piece of this life
that comes haunting my dreams in the middle of the night.
Dreams are pure freedom all that exists.
Not even a wizards mind would try and resists.
You can glide through a life in a wink in a dream.
That life would be perfect because your free
in your dreams.
It's when this life that we live the one we dream to escape.
sneaks into our dreams and seems to some how
destroy even the most perfect dream.
Because dreams are so sweet
and life is like sweat.
it's the taste of the sweat that ruins our dream.
Of that life that wish to exists beyond dreams.
It's this bead of sweat that wakes us at night
moistens are forehead and says
"This is Life!"
I can't sleep this morning. Dreamt about losing my house again. Maybe some day I get another house. Or just die...
Maybe.....
Bob Jenkens
