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.

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