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ode to a dream

I had a dream.
Not of grandeur or poverty.
Power or flight.
Race nor riot.
 
A dream of waking.
endlessly waking.
Sometimes sitting up in bed…
Then just waking.
 
Am I still there?
I may never know.
Or soon be there.
When the alarm's blare ends.
Written by bignp
Published | Edited 4th Feb 2025
Author's Note
Sounded good to my half asleep mind.
Everyone has probably had a similar dream.
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