Pleasant Dreams… Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

Nights and days, work and play,
Some days are lame,
While other you gain.
Those moments, you think you're going insane,
Then the cloud, starts to lift, from around you,
Your frown turns to a grin, after everything,
Is explained.
Everything takes time, reality, does not always,
Move as fast as your mind, a minute, can seem like an hour,
You feel lost in a wide - open field, like an old, rusty tower.
When you wake from a dream, your eyes open, to a new scene,
A clock, Calendar, a mirror, pay very close attention,
If you ever see any of those in a dream, are your visions,
Ahead or behind, are you along, just for the ride,
Are you capable, of changing, the scene?


The Original: Tom Maxwell © 11/12/2023 AD 3: 20 pm