In my fitful sleep I twist and turn.
My dreams simmer as my soul burns.
Strange things appear in this stew.
Fictions, and tangents, and sometimes you.
I don't know what to make of this.
If I can just remember what I dreamed.
Morning showers cleanse everything from my mind.
Washing away those worries of mine.
Preparing me to face the daily grind.
And I go and I go once again.
But only after breakfast.
I wash down last night.
With a coffee and a bite.
And I go and I go once again.
I'd kill for some bacon.
But that wouldn't help at all.
In a mad dash to make roll call.
Five minutes left, I gotta run.
I go and I go again.
I snatch my bag. I check my notes.
Flip the pages, see what I wrote.
Did I have homework due?
Well, it's completed, that much is true.
If I can just remember what I dreamed.
My mornings would be complete.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
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