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About This Poem
The Bait Ahead of Me
Allow myself to drift into my mind`s eye
Where dreams come and go every now and then
If all my dreams came true..what a dreadful thought
I would have everything I ever wanted
..and every horrifying nightmare would be for real!
All ambitions would be dead and gone
In my dreams I have it all
I`m doing so much better with the bait ahead of me
Still running to catch it..
...and every bloody nightmare is still under control
A.Ertsland
November 25th 2012
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