Dreams - Poem by Sean Furlong
I often dream of parking lots
'Where did I park? I think I forgot'
I've got to get to class on time!
My love is here, what shall I do?
Where should I eat?
How much should i consume?
After I wake up, I wish to resume
but alas, the memory fades, and the adventure is gone
to live these dreams out in life is such a yawn
Oh dreams won't you come again to satiate
all the desires and wants I fail to contemplate
I look forward to you throughout the day
the hope to embrace the world where I play.
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