Dreams Remembered
I dreamt, I remember. Finally, been a long time! No longer will I say I don’t remember my dreams, no longer will I question why I’m alive. Dreams, my compass guide me to what I want to be. Can’t have higher aspirations than when your brain is at its highest- peaking. Peek into my future, close my eyes and see in front of me. When I forget what I’m doing, what I’m set for, specks of dreams mark my pace make my pace faster, heart, pace like REM! Pace myself, stay on track. Follow my dreams, Optical illusions? Mine! Desires exposed. Sitting atop this hill overlooking Ooh-LA- LA- land enchanted by the bruised sunset, smog’s optical illusion, reminding me that I used to dream. Before I floated through this world like smog, heavy visible layer creating optical illusions of wonder, I used to dream. Fingers moving fast. My words taking flight. Me the simple marionette controlled by my dreams such manipulators carrot on a stick- showing me my sht