A Strange Reflection
I dreamed last night I woke this morning.
The time had passed without a warning.
A life reborn without a past.
A new beginning that just can't last.
There seems there's just no rhyme or reason.
To this image that has acted with such treason.
An enemy, a foe, a friend that I don't know.
An apocalyptic sense of things, that leaves a dull, dim glow.
I,ll take a chance and place my bet.
That a face like this, you've not seen yet.
So off I go to face the day.
With this brand new life to find my way.
Copyright © Robert Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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