Dreams
Dreams. Every one
makes for us a new life,
home, some things vaguely
familiar to the waking state,
but strange enough to
hold out the chance of
a new start. Then we
wake up (we almost never
really do) and find the old
unfold a little more, and
chances seem about the size
of yesterday's.
2006 August 3
Copyright © Gerald Buss | Year Posted 2016
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