Computer Whisperer
Abandon all that we are
So we can become
All that we might be
I see myself trapped by my past, by the barriers erected from fear, insecurity and doubt. “Grow past them…” I counsel myself. “Push past them. They are but vapor, illusion, less real than the dreams. Dreams create! So I shall focus on them.
Weariness drags me
I’ve been awake far too long
Dreams are beckoning
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p style=”font-family:"”>I’m lighter than air
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p style=”font-family:"”>Drifting up above tree-tops
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p style=”font-family:"”>Wakefulness comes soon
In this silent home
Dreams start creeping into view
Then they consume me
Betwix books & sunbeams
Motes of dust glide like stars
Drifting amongst dreams
And the dreamers who dream
Once I dreamt of boats
A vision of opulence
Now just nausea
A challenge with dreams
Knowing whether they are yours
Or superimposed
Unsettled dreaming
Awakened much too early
Anxiety wins
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p style=”font-family:"”>Dreams growing bolder
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p style=”font-family:"”>Reaching out from deep within
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p style=”font-family:"”>Unstoppable force
Lost dreams within me
Focusing my energy
Seeking their return