What Dreams May Come
Waves of thought crash against the shore of the mind
Eroding what was once the solid ground that was stood upon
Dark gray clouds rain down droplets of confusion
Existence in a shadowed land where the inane grows wild
Emancipation is the forbidden fruit un-tasted by hungry lips
Woe be the man inhabiting this dark and deserted isle
The air stagnant suffocates the will to escape
The chill of incoherency weakens the resolve to be free
Directionless and cemented in the angst of inability
Endless days, endless nights spent searching a barren land
Resistance is futile, drowning in pity unacceptable
Alas so is the fruitless abandon that leads nowhere
Hope is the only sustainable sustenance
And what once was can be again the sum
To the soul that dreams, what dreams may come
gkl2010
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