A Day Eaten In Dreams Poem by Terence George Craddock

work three meals a day eaten in dreams
weekends a good life of nothing happening
days each day the same same soul prison...

no adventure variety escape mind warns
something must give change black white
life screams in vivid colour blood knives...

piercing blade points in I see red I see red
I see red underground trap escape needs...

dark stress trap trap underground caves
should be underground limestone caves...

calcium carbonate drip drip dreams wonders
filled with glorious awesome variety profusion...

stalactite and stalagmite wonderland caves
freedom running imagination paradise places...