Things work out best for those who make the best of how things work out.John Wooden
Another day has passed me by
But, i still can't recall my dreams to memory.
Can't seem to remember. The more i try, the more
Dreams always seem to elude me.
Each time it irks me more and more
For i would like to remember my dreams.
Good ones as well as bad ones--
Haunt me in my memories, when i cannot recall them.
I then begin to wonder
Just how hard i have to ponder--
Killing that which prevent's my dreams
Like an anti-dream journal, lucid dreams pass me by--
Many, many, many times. Yet,
Not a single
One have i dug from the rubble of my memory.
Please, please whichever GOD be listening,
Quiet my mind
Rest my thoughts
So that i may recall my dreams.
The more i try to
Understand my lack of
Visuals on what my dream was about, that's
When i feel myself loosing the dream.
X-mas always comes
Year after year. Yet the--
Zealousness of my mind never to remember my dreams, forever stays the same.
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