Dreams.
Sometimes I believe they're my own silent killers.
They really put a damper on my mood, sometimes.
A foggy buzzkill.
A blur of made up wishes and your mind's playground.
A made up cheap thrill.
A disconnected story line and disturbed rounds.
Last night messed me up for today.
Rescue me and tell me it's all fake.
It's not real.
It's not real.
It's not real.
It can't be real.
It's an old tradition.
My imagination remnants are premonitions.
A self-fulfilled prophecy.
Another thing for me to gloom over.
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2 comments:
yes, dreams. such an interesting thing. As I'm sure you could tell from my blog something I think about often. But i really like the way you put this and connected it to how some times they affect your day even if they are "disconnected story lines"
stop eating waffles before bed!
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