A Reoccurring Dream
The following is a short poem which I got up in the middle of the night to write. It seemed important.
I had a dream tonight. A dream where I was a million miles away.
In this dream I was a child again and laughter was abundant.
When I awoke from the dream I couldn’t help but see that my current age is also a dream.
Time is not fixed but rapidly passing and soon I will look back with nostalgia.
I can no longer let time slip away.
Instead, I will nurture the eyes of consciousness and make the most of each day.
Now is the time for creation. There will be no second chance.
I should step out of this trance and become aware of the dance.
A short poem by Ben Worrall.
Originally published at Ben Worrall.