Life is a series of dreams
which is more difficult than meets the eye.
The trick is to never wake up it seems
because to wake up is to die.
All those stories circulating in your brain
won’t be remembered
and must be dreamed again
but who knows where and who knows when?
So here I am again on my life’s road
my mind a jumping around like
an old hot footed horny toad
a normal sort of thing or so I’m told.
This tome has graced this page
unfinished, neglected and mostly upstaged.
The idea flitting around my brain
always hits me when away from my pen and here it comes again.
My back itches from the lack of a mate
I’ve thought about that a lot of late.
How much of your life is to be about self
with all other concerns put up on the shelf?
The dream, the dream, always the dream
it will direct what is said and what is told
because in our journey our only reality
is the road.
©Copyright September 4, 2008 by John-Ward Leighton
Photo ©Copyright 2008 by John-Ward Leighton