Dreams
Dreams are such an elusive fantasy
no matter how hard we try
to relate to them to others
they elude us as soon as we wake
WHY?
some are so astounding
in how realistic they seem
it's difficult to separate them from reality
when we wake and try our best
to relate them to our loved ones
we all have more difficulty than others
I imagine... but as for this old geezer
they seem to have invaded my sleep
more dramatically in my waning years
I wonder if I'm unique or is this
a normal progression of the human mind
assuming studies have been done on the subject
at times they're joyous but more time than not
it's just as well they're forgotten
but in spite of that
we individually either suffer or receive
great enjoyment from them
personally, I would prefer to have relief
from these sometimes disturbing apparitions
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2018
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