Dreams many
In fantasy; in hopes
Things one forgets
Events forgotten
It becomes an object
The mind games
Searching for peace
Letting it go
Eye for the new
The next story to tell
Past seems to draw in
Thinking it should be done this way
Afraid to say it loud
Of younger days growing up years
Things left behind playing in the mind
Write it down
Something you have forgotten to do
So it comes back
In dreams changing concept
Read into your journal
You will find what you haven't done
Dreams are gateways
To release something never done
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