Dreamer
The sound of that time clock
rings in his head
As his squinched tired eyes
stare off to a land unseen
His mind wanders as if
he's there
Can't bear the sight of yesterday
and dreads tomorrow
Eager for change, but to what?
Perhaps the unseen, or the untouched
So he dreams...
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Author:
John Lee (
Offline) - Published: July 2nd, 2019 11:24
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Comments1
I think I know how this feels
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