Who am I,
Where am I,
When am I,
I don’t know…
Lost in a place,
I know not where,
Many people milling about,
No one willing to help me,
That doesn’t seem fair…
Scared was I,
The only person to help was on the fly,
He ran away from helping me,
He said he had to get the door key…
I couldn’t find my way,
Would I herein die,
I did every so often sigh,
Maybe this came because I was high,
Another dream of fear & being lost,
My, my, my…
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experience the words in your
poem...good perception, Ed!
Lady Vivian
At least you can remember them!! I know I dream but can remember bits and pieces. May you have GOOD dreams from now on.:)
Blessings,
Linda+
bud
Love ya!
Jane
feelings of paranoia... more common than
not actually... in particular since you
no longer control yourself, it does...
However, great insight into those feelings...
Love and Light
Lily