An awakening
An early morning wake up. 4:44 am. Awakened through a dream I had hitting me hard.
Talking about love and need as though fresh at my door. Yet the house and the friends all new. A final push to say if, when, then.
And through the entire warmth and comfort the good times of old were there. Yet new pieces were laid out. Answers were given.
Ultimatums were approached and that is when I wake to the chime of 4:44.
Interesting enough I understood much but so little time was given. The questions still hung open. So wide that time is an allowance.
So that show I must give to patience.
A slow sigh as I turn to a new side. Close my eyes once again at 4:54 am. Time to drift into a new dream.
Answers await for another day. Back into the haze go those I think of daily. And slow are the responses.
To a new dream, I must go. Goodnight.
Talking about love and need as though fresh at my door. Yet the house and the friends all new. A final push to say if, when, then.
And through the entire warmth and comfort the good times of old were there. Yet new pieces were laid out. Answers were given.
Ultimatums were approached and that is when I wake to the chime of 4:44.
Interesting enough I understood much but so little time was given. The questions still hung open. So wide that time is an allowance.
So that show I must give to patience.
A slow sigh as I turn to a new side. Close my eyes once again at 4:54 am. Time to drift into a new dream.
Answers await for another day. Back into the haze go those I think of daily. And slow are the responses.
To a new dream, I must go. Goodnight.
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