Saturday, May 7, 2011

Dreams-Self Serving

Woke up this morning,
I couldn’t breathe,
Al the walls surrounding,
Suddenly entombed-At which point,
I gathered a glimpse, of my detractor,
Hazel green peering into me
As substance mixed is now lathered,
Smoothed by chisel- Brick by brick
Dreams don’t always serve us well

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