Is it you
Mr Nightmare
That haunts me while I sleep
We sow with a dream
Everything that we reap
Is it you
Mr. Nightmare
Who scares me awake
We plant our lands
With our thoughts and our rakes
It is you
Mr. Nightmare
Who invades my mind
We harvest our crops
Yet leave nothing behind
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An excellent description of a nightmare 'who invades my mind' and a clever metaphor. You write well, thank you. Jeannie