This dream… My imagination could never come up with… Anything remotely close… With enough mindfulness to… Consider consequence… As part of the whole.
I may have sleepwalked to all of this… Both bliss and abyss… With minutes spread all over… Chronically running out.
I am but guilty for stealing once… Holding too long, the seconds past… Hoping foolishly, lucid and on blast… amount to something…
Like this dream.
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