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Oh my dreams

my dreams of mind

and my dreams of time

How such dreams coincide



My dreams

how they intertwine

with my mind

and how they find

the lines

in which i want to rhyme



The stars in the sky

o how they the shine

how the guide

on the faintest of nighs

to this world of time



Yet they no longer excite

which causes a ponder

do we still excite

or are we shadows

of those how once did



Our dreams

in some small way

do they show us this

of story already completed

or those yet to me written



These are the questions

in which think

for are we here

are we already

make believe



These are the stories that i am told

in between the lines

in which i see

beyond the images

of my own make believe



Or all in all

are our minds playing

tricks on others

or is it ourselves

in which the mind

only plays tricks on

in the dreams that intertwine

with mind and time

In the darkness

where most wait

and hide

is where i live

and thrive



In the shadows

of my home

most want to go

live where i stay

but never able

to withstand

the darkness



The darkness of the lies

that keep me company

that brush my golden strands

of my mane



They wish they

could stay

but i drive them away

with the lies

that live in mine harsh mind

they may call me wise

but i can not believe

for the mistake

that were made



Mistakes that can't be corrected

a problem with no solution

this is the problem of mankind

i am not one to say,

but i am one to see

to see the world

through many eyes

in many masks

that the whole world wears



As i wait in the darkness

of the worlds mind

i watch and contemplate

woundering if the darkness

will fade

but as i watch

the world

i see it grow

and the masks grow even larger

as the feed on the lies

that are told to ones that you love



As this occurs i see the

some truth in the lies

yet the world mask still

grows even larger

for you lie to yourself

thinking what was done

was the right thing to do

I lay in a field of pink flowers,

in the mist of night,

wondering what tomorrow may carry.



To fanaticizes what the new day may bring,

but as a lay I realize

it will never come.



Never a new day to welcome me,

no new begin just the same old night.

I look about me hoping,

to see the sun rise,

to see the new day break,

but the longer I wait

the sadder I become,

the sadder my life becomes.



For so many people

have such a wonderful new day

to welcome them,

but I see that it is not me.

For I live in darkness,

I thrive in its essence,

for I shall never again,

see that dawn of a new day.



To greet me with such warmth

and opportunities as it once did,

so long ago.



That I shall never remember,

it truly,

for it has so long past

that my memory,

of such a delight,

has faded,

as my hope

to see it again,

dwindles in my heart

as it turns to rhyme.