Notes From a Dream
It is all a
dream
Just phantoms
passing by
our tired eyes
Smoke and mirrors
Nothing to hang onto
Yet at times we feel
that things are
working out the
way they should
A sense of being
centered
enters into our lives
But it all passes eventually
Like clouds blown
by the wind
Even though we are
always chasing phantoms
If you keep your eyes
on the prize
and keep balanced and
don't lose heart
You will find gold
among the pebbles in
life's stream
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2017
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