Dreams,
Foggy feelings,
Lost in the mist,
And the fog.
Here you will find,
Everything wrong,
With the you,
You are now,
And see the world,
In unsightly clarity.
Tag: dreams
What am I writing for?
What am I writing for?
Why?
Every week I open my laptop,
And pound out a poem,
Or a chapter,
Or an article.
Or a meaning,
Bound up in these words,
Lost in translation,
Between my mind,
And this page.
And the eyes that read.,
Trying to glean,
Some meaning,
From my strange dreaming.
Keep Dreaming
Dots form a line,
Lines form a shape,
Shapes form the time it takes,
To make meaning,
From nothing at all,
So keep on dreaming,
It still has meaning.
