Dream Land

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    Dream Land

    Where is this place?

    In my dreams

    On the trails I ride

    On roads I drive

    The paths I run

    The skies I fly

    The waters I swim

    The women I dance with

    The poems I write

    The sunsets I watch

    The sunrises I miss

    Who or what have I lost

    What is it I see

    In this place

    Where everything I’ve lost

    Washes up

    I ‘m here when I’m lost

    I visit this place a lot

    I visit when I need to find pieces of myself

    I feel like nobody understands me

    And in truth nobody truly does

    This has been a very tough thing to learn

    Life must go on

    Deep breath

    Live

    -Fin-

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    TheLastCowboy commented on Dream Land

    01-31-2012

    "I imagine this is the spot where everything I've lost washes up."

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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