Tuesday, August 31, 2010


Time is changing as the days grow old
not as in hours, minutes
but in form of reality verses images
I once encountered..

Images of the dreams
I once dreamt
goals I once set
one blending into another

As I sleep at night
tormented by the list
I left uncompleted...
and the unconscious fear
that it is chasing me in despair...

I awake undefeated
all that is rare...

With a rush flowing through me
that time is not here.

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