Children on the Train

In the dream children adorn

A miniature train leaving the station

And traveling into dangerous traffic

Ungoverned by red lights or police.

I fear the children will be killed

So, I run along the track, headfirst

Towards the engine, begging it to stop.

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Then I walk back to the train yard

Past some changing rooms

And all of a sudden I am flying

Through the air like in a circus

Doing tumbles, back flips, and head

Stands, all to celebrate the children

Who were saved.

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The dream now shows me a mirror

In which I could see myself, unadorned;

A very thin man dressed in black

Talking to the shadows about the sound

Of a big ego talking, running up the score.

So, I had a conversation with myself

That would spill into the morning light

Announcing that I would give my life

For the children, while berating myself

For the boasts that seemed to linger.

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I slip back into a dream world

Conjuring up a guy dressed

In multi-colored clown clothes

That he wore like a business suit.

I felt fully at ease.