Pursue My Dreams? They Pursue Me.

I wake up mornings pleased to have stopped dreaming.  All my dreams
Are bad:  there's something that I haven't done, I'm due to leave,
But I'm not ready.  Bears and even giant ants have chased me.  I've 
Plunged off of cliffs.  The predawn light has little promise, but I know 
What I've to do, and where and when I should be going.  Life awake
Is dull.  My every moment is quotidian, but I'd much rather live
That way than realize my dreams. 





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-07-10 at 21:17

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Mercatore The PoetBay support member heart!
I thought that dreams would fill you up with energy for pursuing them
maybe you speak about nightmares
2025-07-11