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Jun 26, 2008

Deepm Thoughts: A poem I wrote when I suffered from insomnia...

I dreamt deeply, slept lightly, knew I was awake in my dream,
Thoughts raced through my head, making sense it did seem.
Sometimes I remember, most times I forget
The vivid image that slips from me one I covet
Sleeps’ freedom is lost and my prison returned,
Escape that was welcome was Eutopia unearned
But consciousness may offer aspiration and love
Both are rare treasures, both gifts from above.
Oh the choices I have and the choices I made,
Why do I pursue fairytales that in true life will fade?

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