The Subconscious Rolls In Poem by Eillio Imbasciati
The Subconscious Rolls In
She was dreaming of freedom,
She was dreaming of fright,
She keeps dreaming, it's alright
Rolling over,
The subconscious rolls in,
Collaborating on the imagination on roads not open in the wakened world
Nothing escapes, not everything is remembered,
But anything can stay present in these mentally-sponsored enterprises,
Except choice,
She cannot choose her own fantasy
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