These distant dreams that come and go
They always pull me through
Those treasured highs hidden in the lows
Make it all worth while again and again
Because this world we are living in
Tries to pull us down
This world it tries to break us sometimes
But my dreams are stronger than the grief and pain
And hope always shines through the bitterness and shame
Who are we but a shadow of an echo of an unconscious memory of who we were
Waiting to break free, patiently, silently, gently
And all this, all of this is no more than the rusting chains of distraction binding us in uncertainty
And though my dreams they come and go they always return
And when they do,
Within those moments I am no longer falling but flying free
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Author:
Saxon Crow (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The song above inspired me to write this.
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"the rusting chains of distraction"... a line to die for.
May there be more treasured highs than lows throughout for you sax.
Thanks Dusk. There are plenty my friend
A fine write, S.C.
The life of a poet. Faith in the return of a muse.
Gotta love the muse wherever it hides Jerry
Keep on flying SC and those dreams will become reality.
Andy
Always GF.
Fantastic set of reasons why we need to keep dreaming dear Sax - this is a gem and goes into my favourites.
That means a lot from your very good self Fay. Thank you
"Who are we but a shadow of an echo of an unconscious memory of who we were"
That's a brilliant line in a amazing poem Sax. Really love this one. Very, very relatable.
Thanks Coyote. Very much appreciated 🙂
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