SWEET DREAMS
With some dreams there’s no returning, others
I find myself driven back to again and again.
Not willingly,
Not gladly.
Another sleeptime lost in a strange town:
Been there all too often.
In dreams returns reality –
Rising late, against all my desires, I leave
Unwilling even that town of ghosts
I find myself lost in.
I met a dream once – I think
It was Monday. By Wednesday …
Don’t step into the same dream twice.
11.45 am L'bro
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