Running Down A Dream
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The Golden Gate Bridge
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My dreams are mine.
Movies for my own personal viewing pleasure. When I wake up, the curtain closes. The film is over. These dreams, My inner machinations, My wild imagination, Everything coming into the outer. When I get home, I’m excited to be alone, Letting the ideas from my mind begin to devour. My consciousness fades, The stress goes away, My imagination blooming like Springtime flowers. As I drift off to sleep, I think about all the events that occurred that day. The comfort of these thoughts helps me doze off. The feeling of serenity takes over my body. Sometimes when I wake up, I forget what I’d dreamt about that night. My dreams are my happy place. So when I find myself forgetting them, I then make up for it by running down a dream. |
A red giant standing guard,
Towering over all, Reducing you to ants, Unyielding and stubborn, If you have the right key you may enter, Though it may be a rough passage, You must continue on through the straight path, To ensure your safe travels, Not all travel to find sanctuary on the other side, Some decide the middle is their final destination, The giant tries to urge them on, But many succeed in swatting the helpful hand, It is devastating, It is beautiful, It is a guardian, It is the Golden Gate Bridge. |
The Right Way
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The Cycle
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