The Field of Dreams
what is this field of dreams?
that breaks into us like bad seams?
why does it bond together to form one, like teams?
or cloud our vision like some type of steam?
we must embrace them with our whole self,
and never treat them like an old trophy and put them on a shelf,
keep them in the soft palm of your hand,
if you do they'll warm up your life like the soft touch of beach sand,
so go ahead and take the field in this dream game,
and play it all out,
without any shame.
Dennis Rockholt
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