Sleep
The realm of R.E.M. holds many countenances to the believer of messages inside dreams.
For some an inquiry, for many that have a theory of what they singularly mean.
Each one pays forth a message if looked at and scrutinized and learned well, some are able
to tell.
Who thinks like that, the pages of life turn in a new way, many just pray for the next day.
Unbeknown to those outside the fold, dreams hold the key to all of the untold.
Visions come to one sight unseen, eyes closed inside of a dream.
From a state of mind that’s peaceful and serene. Sleep…
James C Bryant Jr.
April 18, 2003
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