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Caffeinated Dreams
ask me what i dream at night when all the world's asleep. ill tell you how i relocate in valleys young and deep; of far green lands and gentle hands and gardens full of life of spring's rebirth in gentle earth and music from the fife; the daylight hours, filled with showers warm, and rainbowed skies of innocence, and further hence all purity implied. but as i dream i stand and seem a sideshow, set apart. i watch and gape and scratch the nape while beauty breaks my heart. the music plays, the sunlight grays but im not fit to dance. a fear of all, and sure to fall id never take the chance so ends the day, i slip away and waking calls me back to foggy eyes and distant cries and creaking joints that crack. two worlds denied their bridging bride though one thin strand connects my dreams at night and waking light; one point where they transect. my dreams i tell but think not ill if they are but half true for fear of chance forebodes my lapse, and my thin strand is you.
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