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Dreams misunderstood
You never imagined that I would
Live the dream less understood
One night while dreaming dreams unbound and absolute,
I dreamed being free,
And while I was understood, running, laughing the good fight
I woke up, taken away from dreams unbound in the places in life I understood
Seeing it my way
I took a drink, writing drink in hand
Stampering one foot forward,
One step at a time,
I worked it out,
Shot gunned and traveled, rough ridden and smoke kissed deeply, inhaled within,
Physically and spiritually coming within
It called upon me,
By name, did it know me,
Was I then, along with morbid dreams buried alone along with only my name,
How is it that you still did not know me in such a spiritual place,
And I tasted, and I did like it,
The smell and taste of it taken in,
It comes, always coming, feeling the same,
Now wondering how it would have ended it I never fought one iota at all,
And changed nothing big and so small,
Does certain lifes still live,
Cetain places I once knew, and lived happily then
Certain places dead and still living
Does not my heart touch them all
And pertain to me not and yet it was… it is,
It must, I must still believe in something about you once knew,
You, are you still you,;,
As an eye lash batting in a dream
I once love you more,
Changing things in my life, we traveled together, in a dream before nights fall,
It disappears, before the sun up,
I took the life misunderstood, and full of life’s travels
One full of lifes, other imagined life’s rambles
To leave me standing here in the many ways once tried,,,
Now hitherto,,, how unto you, do you resist and yet travel me
See it my way, before falling apart before my path splits life before too long
Do I not want it all back once again
There is a place, not unwind, yet misunderstood
I took it, for the fun and smile of it
I practiced it, a life, filled with what if’s
I tried it, and ate from its basket
Now many years after, my lifes dream
That path less known of
I can say, I traveled, I tried it
I have regrets of leaving
I regretted what was washed away
And I regret at the thought of never being astrayed
Live the dream less understood
One night while dreaming dreams unbound and absolute,
I dreamed being free,
And while I was understood, running, laughing the good fight
I woke up, taken away from dreams unbound in the places in life I understood
Seeing it my way
I took a drink, writing drink in hand
Stampering one foot forward,
One step at a time,
I worked it out,
Shot gunned and traveled, rough ridden and smoke kissed deeply, inhaled within,
Physically and spiritually coming within
It called upon me,
By name, did it know me,
Was I then, along with morbid dreams buried alone along with only my name,
How is it that you still did not know me in such a spiritual place,
And I tasted, and I did like it,
The smell and taste of it taken in,
It comes, always coming, feeling the same,
Now wondering how it would have ended it I never fought one iota at all,
And changed nothing big and so small,
Does certain lifes still live,
Cetain places I once knew, and lived happily then
Certain places dead and still living
Does not my heart touch them all
And pertain to me not and yet it was… it is,
It must, I must still believe in something about you once knew,
You, are you still you,;,
As an eye lash batting in a dream
I once love you more,
Changing things in my life, we traveled together, in a dream before nights fall,
It disappears, before the sun up,
I took the life misunderstood, and full of life’s travels
One full of lifes, other imagined life’s rambles
To leave me standing here in the many ways once tried,,,
Now hitherto,,, how unto you, do you resist and yet travel me
See it my way, before falling apart before my path splits life before too long
Do I not want it all back once again
There is a place, not unwind, yet misunderstood
I took it, for the fun and smile of it
I practiced it, a life, filled with what if’s
I tried it, and ate from its basket
Now many years after, my lifes dream
That path less known of
I can say, I traveled, I tried it
I have regrets of leaving
I regretted what was washed away
And I regret at the thought of never being astrayed
Published 12th Oct 2015
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