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In Dreams


To soothe my mind, and rest my soul
For all those things I can't control
A dream I seek to travel from
A life that has unraveled some

'Tis sleep I chase, yet short to find
For falling to, is choice of mind
Of matters which, subconscious' strife
A nervous twitch is proof of life

Expected yet, dreams bad or good
Nights full of sweat are understood
Then with the twilight I shall rise
Inhale my might, part my eyes

For just as soon as dreams may come
They end up where they started from
Another day to wander through
And ponder what is false or true

— Derick R. Bessey

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