I had my time in the past
and although that time is now gone
it continues to anchor
my dreams in the dark of day,
so perhaps it's time to pull
up anchor and wake to new dreams.
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The imagery of change, comfort and dreams. Beautiful lines.
The past is a fried egg ready to be flipped and devoured before today’s dreams sour.