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Monday, January 19, 2015

Dreams and questions

In the middle of the night
you awake, from a nightmare
or a strange dream
about journeys and people
long dead or distant,  
jumbled together, making no sense.
Why has your subconscious
riddled your thoughts with memories
long forgotten or submerged?
Is there a message here
or is it just because you
care too much, or not enough?
Or is there a reason at all
other than a reminder 
that there is more to life
than flesh and blood and the present?
And that there are no answers
but just more questions
some that make no sense.

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