A smile on my face, woken to shine
Remembering what was surely a sign.
A dream of an idea I struggle to explain
Has left me with questions that fog over my brain.
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Dreams Of Fear
A smile on my face, woken to shine
Remembering what was surely a sign.
A dream of an idea I struggle to explain
Has left me with questions that fog over my brain.
So please do not fret if understand you cannot.
In fact, this dream should have been forgot.
For it portrays the weakness of Man
And it can destroy if in the wrong hand.
Nonetheless, I shall record all I can
And write with the hope of saving a Man
From the idea that brings me a tear
The idea unnamed, I shall call it fear.
And I dream of fear only to see
How funny and silly it really can be.
I have tilled and leveled my heart You can come and plant the words in neat lines When the crop ripens We'll harvest the golden songs together Stay here…