Dreams

Dreams

Dream
A depiction of mine
Yet I might fail to recall
Consequence, of my versatile mind
When would I ever stop
For I was never willing
Encounters with the dead,
Strange, but I never realized
Gold I might have
But really, all seems a mirage
Recall that I might surfer nightmare
My escape, as swift as the wind
For I resort to wake
Maybe someday
I might not escape
I wish it be not the mares
Dream
A depiction of mine
Though vision it might be
Would I ever realize?
Ade Richards (Jnr)



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