Monday, 7 September 2015


A dream can be real
in the dark recess of sleep
it can be good or bad
one to forget or to keep.

It can make you happy
drive you insane
make you sweat
blow up your brain.

Sometimes your the good guy
other times not
with the power of superman
planning a gunpowder plot.

Taken back in time
or futuristic glory
you never know what happens
in your sleepy story.

Blowing up buildings
ruling the world
your dreams are controlled
and ideas unfurled.

Winning the lady
fighting a war
riding a stallion
giving what for.

In the clear morning light
when you try to recall
all you remember
is that you had a ball.

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