Dreams forgotten crumbling and tumbling
Care to endure the passing of time
As forgotten dreams
They never part, just endure
The idea that never seize to be
Once we remember
That what we thought
Was once forgotten
Why do we dwell in forgotten dreams?
Once we thought they will always be
That one day they will come to be
As we change the dream molds too
Sometimes it seems to disappear
But many times we see it there
But not breathing, just sleeping
Always alive, just waiting
Dreams are never truly forgotten
The time to transform
Has to be understood
Then as the slumber dissipates
The dream comes true.
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Author:
Dolphine (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
It is particularly fascinating to me, seeing I am an incurable dreamer and have rubble heaps of broken dreams, and revising them to fit what's left of reality still makes them no more attainable though. Your concluding suggestion that mayhap the dreams have a tug of destiny to them, that there is a root which remains unchanged though the dreams may seem to morph with time is interesting. I dunno about that, but it is very interesting. Methinks the Lord's words that the Lord knoweth the thoughts of man that they are vain seems to run contrary to that happy concluding thought. I dunno. Just my two bits presently.
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