Dreams

the clock keeps removing time
lost among the weeks and days
lost among the rush of life
only to surprise us late one night
 
the sky paints the night dark gray
the clock continues to tick and tock
the day rolls by in a boxcar seat
each moment leaving behind a dream
 
dreams which never come true
dreams lost and wasted
the clock continues its annoying drum
ignoring the chaos created
 
taking a step back into time
allows for reexamination
the clock stops and silence falls
to permit a great reflection
 
sometimes dreams are what we chose
a curtain drawn in sleep
other times dreams partner with imagination
guiding us to follow that which we seek
 
as the clock starts to sound again
reality becomes clear
my dream to have a life worth living
is possible even with a mountain of fear
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