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I.D. PPW
Dreams
For some, freedom only comes in dreams.
Most of the time they keep you from coming apart
At the seams
Dreams are as precious as a baby's breath caressing your
Skin... or
As gentle as a lover's kiss, that fills you from
Within
Not really sure or even caring where reality ends and
The dream begins
Dreams can tell you what is to come or what's really in
Your heart
They can make you glad you're alive or just simply tear
You apart
A dream can bring you closer to the ones you love and
Miss so much
Make you sure you can smell their scent and make you
Want to feel their touch
Dreams can make you too scared to go back to
Sleep... or
Bring back a lost love you really wanted to
Keep
I often wish for a recurring dream, where my
One true love is standing by my
Side... only
To wake up in the morning, wondering if that
Love has ever really died
The struggle still in our memory, the sorrows
Of loss still fresh in our minds
Not knowing from where the danger comes
Still fighting with a vengeance, knowing we
Are blind
Dreams are a product of our slumber, our
Subconscious is the tapestry or canvas
Hope is the thread that binds them together
Searching to create a new kind of
Happiness
Peace,
Billy
8-13
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