Thu, 06/27/2013 - 17:41 -- bconcho


I breathe in 

Finding myself in a dream

Who am I to be on this earth 

Write down your troubles, child and all will make sense

The dream moves on but nothing has changed

Am I alive?

Have I truly lived?

I breathe out

Rushing around my being are moments

Moments of freedom, tears streaming, clouds moving

Hearts beating faster until silence erupts

I open my eyes

We are old and happy

I look down to a book of poetry and a pen in my hand

The dream moves on and everything has changed

I understand everything and I know

I am alive

I have lived

My time has come to die

But my dream will move on

Write down your troubles children, and you will understand.


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