Sweet Dreams Part 1
Cold nights in darkness
In darkness I lay
Tossing and turning
Waiting for the day
My mind is sleepless
Never stopping to rest
My mind won't have sleep
As a regular guest
I walked in bright forests
On an old beaten trail
When out of nowhere
Out walked a snail
"Well, good day sir.
My name is Chance."
I must be sleeping
Or in some sweet trance
Me and this snail walked
Down that old beaten trail
When we stumbled upon
A quiet green vale
With no path down
No path to descend
Mr. Chance left me
He was no good friend
I climbed down great rocks
Small ledges and crags
When out of thin air
Appeared a man in rags
"Hello dear boy,
quite a climb, is it not?"
Am I dreaming?
Or maybe I'm shot
This old man was odd
Not a normal old man
He was quite muscular
With a dark olive tan
His name was Grandpa
Not a grandpa of mine
He told me I'd make it
And that I'd do fine
I must be wigging
Or at least I am ill
Or maybe, just maybe
I took a great spill
This dream is too great
For it to be real
I think I like it
I hope I don't heal
So where was I?
Talking to the old man
When I reached the bottom
He giggled and ran
I followed his footsteps
Along a cool bright stream
When suddenly I was
Ejected from my dream
Morning has come
Too early I'd say
I'd like to dream more
But my dream cannot stay
-kp-
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