Dreaming in the past, times of before
In new situations, so it’s not a bore
Remember people better, especially her
Bringing up regret of things, that never were
Dreaming in the past, stirring up the dust
Hoping to return and sand away rust
But my conscious thoughts, come through intruding
Trying to pull me, into feelings brooding
Oh but if the dreams were real and played out
Driving down the new road, on a smooth route
Waving at the present, with a new delight
But know deep down inside, that it’d just be a fright
© 2012 Michael Yost 1/25
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