Dreams come true but only if you sleep
In clusters of pain and pockets of hope
The river that runs across that seems so deep
The fishes swim and bears swipe to eat
As plankton dread their existence and cope.
The pain today is the mire I'm stuck in
Drenched in the rain and finding an excuse
I live for today and pain is where I begin
To the unknown path and constant rain
To all of these and more, I cry again.
If crying was a sport, I'd have a gold medal
I see it is red, I feel it is hot metal
I rally around the block, tending to pain
My flock of desire has me crying in the rain
In the end, it will be naught and just a pedal
I'm down at the bottom with dreams so big
Like water in the ocean and a shovel to dig
Like clouds in the sky where birds flock
A climb should suffice to melt the ice
To slow down time and clean my eyes
The confuckulated dreamer
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