Sweet Dreams
It is different here, new century,
I keep my old memories,
But they can't keep me.
Different is better,
because they are here.
I look into their eyes,
they reflect no fear.
They are my blood,
my seed.
you have failed to succeed.
Theirs is not beaten,
not lost,
nor mis-spent.
Theirs the place where dreams are dreamt.
Copyright © Gary Gene Linney | Year Posted 2015
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