Time To Dream - Poem by Stephen Holloway
What is time but
Are dreams nothing but our hidden
Is not time mans excuse, something to
Or is there something more?
Something that connects
And every living thing?
Every man, fowl, beast dreams
But only few,
make use of them
The truly strong individual is not he who
Pleases the eye
Or the mind,
But he who wastes not something that is not his
Something that has confused man since the
When has a nightmare not woken a person and
And for all other purposes confused
If man were to unlock both secrets,
Time and Dreams
Would he be rich or richly
If man did unlock the secret to the most
Out of reach and elusive word in the human language
Would you want the answer?
Would you not wait in line for days?
Would you not do
Once having received such joy would you not
From person to person, telling them of the good news?
What if I told you?
that I held in my possession?
such a secret?
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