The Dreamer

Like nights the days are filled with dreams
Sometimes too real ones sanity is questioned
The present starts to loose its good taste
As the future promises better
Patience runs out like sand in an hour glass
Anxiety starts to question faith
Keeping busy keeps the mind company
With every nerve on tippy toes
Faith remains the clenched fist
Soo tight the nails bite into the flesh
This dreams and their incessant hunting
After the sweat of fear comes the sweet after taste of hope
Tomorrow is never a trusted friend
But if it eventually keeps to its promise
This dreams are what I’ll do with it


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