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An Adventure
An adventure Down those subconscious, mysterious corridors, into one’s memories hoard , behind closed doors. Into a surrealistic world of undecipherable dreams, were one’s life is portrayed in reflections, it seems. We move within this world of moments, to recall moments, we pray, with pride, we did stand tall. Moments, I have to say, where we also, did fall Moments, I must say, we also lived behind a pall. One looks from within the precincts of the cranium to see, to find where one’s spirit, one’s soul did come. The subconscious ?, a puppeteer ?, pulling the strings. Creating a dance, to glide us across the floors of our past. A voice that whispers in our ears, a voice that fervently sings of all the adventures, all the experiences, with shadows doth cast moments of uncertainty, moments filled with ghosts that haunt one with memories that linger on and on, memories that taunt one with passions lost, much like that of a fading, beautiful sun set. At what cost doth one face impotence ? For how long must one fret ?, over memories transported from our past, incorporated into our living days. Memories of times which will never again see the light of day, only in dreams. B. J. “A ” 2 October 21st, 2017
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