Dreams of freedom
I go to bed trying to sleep;
We go to bed reflecting deep.
I plan with a perfect sight;
We dream with reason right.
Then, I wake up with an empty head.
Sometimes I do the counting sheep;
At times I’m climbing steep.
When in sleep I cry right;
Then at times wet my bed in fight.
Then, I wake up with an empty head.
With too many reasons deep;
And too much a distance leaps.
I try to move, but my legs are tied;
And as I try and speak my tongue is tight.
Then, I wake up with an empty head.
I go to bed trying to sleep;
We go to bed reflecting deep.
I plan with a perfect sight;
We dream with reason right.
Then, I wake up with an empty head.
Sometimes I do the counting sheep;
At times I’m climbing steep.
When in sleep I cry right;
Then at times wet my bed in fight.
Then, I wake up with an empty head.
With too many reasons deep;
And too much a distance leaps.
I try to move, but my legs are tied;
And as I try and speak my tongue is tight.
Then, I wake up with an empty head.
2 comments:
Hey Munco,
This is a lovely piece...
very deep and thought provoking...
i dreamt of freedon wrote what i want too bad they asked me to take it away.. but as long as i stay here i would obey till i find another way to which is very soon
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