DREAMS

I dream of romance not defined,
Of art and paint, ceaseless time,
Puzzle pieces that do not match,
Running for something I cannot catch,
Dreams I seem to have had before,
Lost in a maze without a door,
A heaviness I cannot bear,
And yet I soar and twirl through the air,
Tables turned; I am someone else,
Struggling to save myself.
Questions where I cannot respond,
I reach for something, in a flash it is gone.
A happiness vanished from the day,
Someone's following me, won't go away,
Feelings that I cannot shake,
All forgotton as I wake.

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"The world is but a canvas to our imaginations."
-Henry David Thoreau
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