11/29/15
i had a pleasant dream last night,
not of you,
of someone new,
all in all,
maybe she was you,
a you before the new you,
how cliche.
either way,
it was a pleasant dream.
grandma dropped me off at some trail,
in a silver 4x4 truck,
and along the way i met another girl,
with a man,
he, jealous, and a self-proclaimed prince, says:
she, so kind, no wonder it was a dream.
its completely imaginative as to how i could allow myself a girl so charming.
funny how we could still dream in dreams.
i dreamed to kiss her,
aquired new friends,
they were dream-like as well,
we all sang on the side of the trail,
then sang some under a tree,
long, flowly vines, and thin leaves,
my voice so golden and sweet,
instead of hoarse and beat,
all obstacles gone and defeat.
for once,
felt like we were as powerful and as indestructable as the gods.
wish i could remember every detail,
i'd tell you more about it,
i'd write down the song i sang.
the lyrics were golden as well.
it seems,
even in dreams,
i seem to write about you, and that's just it,
those lost words along to the lost harmony seemed to sum up everything,
perhaps i'll never be done with you.
why did you have to attach yourself to everything i know and knew?
i miss my golden girl i dreamed about,
because of you,
i can't remember her face too.
for now,
i just attach yours,
maybe one day i'll know.
maybe, i won't.
maybe she was a girl i wish was you.
oh how funny how we could dream in a dream.
perhaps it's just reality that i have, and will always crave you.
