He was fast asleep
He did not sleep the whole night,
In wait of his favourite dream
That he could see again
Tonight;
By daybreak, he could not resist sleep,
He was tired.
I sat beside him for a long while
To hear his story
Just then, his face lit up,
He had begun to dream,
Was it the same dream
I could not ask
I had not seen any dream twice.
‘You were dreaming, I noticed.
Tell me about your dream', I asked.
"It was a new dream.
I gave a chase but could not keep up,
With my thoughts; I lost my way."
He was tense and I
Let him be.
What if he had outrun his thoughts?
I wondered.
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