How many scrap books lie out there--
In sleeping beds--the imagination of man?
Morpheus writing--
Journals of dreams, novels of happenings,
Family photo albums filled with things that never existed.
Fictions and Imaginations
Of how we wanted it to be, how it could of been.
Of what never was.
The thought plays play the way I want them to play,
Happy endings for all.
My Michael Dreams--an approving, happy grandfather,
My stark reality--a man hung by a self made noose,
Gone before his time.
Take the pills,
I'd rather read dream books,
And see what never was.
-posted by Nobius 11:11 AM 