Dreams
Last night I dreamt then dreamt again
Scenes from thirty years ago
Mixed and jumbled stuttered and stumbled
Catching buses that never reached home
Waiting for cars that never arrived.
The unconscious is a funny place
Storing images we thought were lost
Now find a place if for a moment
Mostly not the obvious or important
Haunt our minds and imagination.
Some will try to make sense of dreams
But a pointless task to me it seems
To make sense of the senseless
To tame what should not be tamed
To harness what should be wild and free.
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