Strange Condition

Who would have thought?

How could I have seen it coming?

I was elsewhere.

Reliving a dream,

Leaving you in my wake.

What started this all, one might ask?

Innocent musings from tired eyes,

Now seemingly fraught with intentions.

Dreamless déjà vu...

Exactly where this insomnia will lead

Remains to be seen

One sleepless night away.

May sweet destiny await...

All we have to do is ask.

No line we cross can be undone, but...

Come what may, I say

Early, late, or ever we choose...

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5 . 10 . 2004