EPIPHANY

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    EPIPHANY

    I raised my head as I awoke
    And remembered a vision in my dreams that spoke
    Of things I wished that I had done,
    Of places to which I wish I'd run,
    Of words I wished that I had spoken,
    Of promises I wished I'd never broken.

    And there, right behind my waking eyes
    Was an endless list of alibis
    Of becauses, ifs and avoidance dances,
    Of not enough time and just-missed chances,
    Of clinging to chains while professing to be free,
    Of hiding so well that I lost me.

    I quickly laid my head back down
    Before my thoughts caused me to drown
    If they return when I revive
    I'll have endless alibis
    To help me to survive.

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    laydbak1 commented on EPIPHANY

    07-14-2009

    I'm afraid we're all guilty of making excuses here and there, and they take so many forms the supply is seemingly endless... Unfortunately... I suppose it's a real shame we let ourselves sometimes fall easy prey to procrastinations of the truth, even if that sometimes means survival, eh..??? Good write...

    sandys

    07/14/2009

    Thanks for the comment...I am easy prey when it concerns survival, for sure!

    CraigStyle commented on EPIPHANY

    07-13-2009

    I absolutely love this. So very often I have dreams that show me my past, present and sometimes the future that I want. It's seems so vivid and so real that I am upset because I had awaken at the wrong moment. Usually it's a moment in my dream that I just don't want to end or a moment right before something wonderful is going to happened. I try to fall back to sleep to get back to where I was but it never works. The dream world is a wonderful, amazing and sometimes scary place. But most of the time it's so much more exciting than my reality. Thank you again for sharing this piece. Take care

    sandys

    07/13/2009

    well, thanks for your comment. I, too, very often would like to spend more time in reverie. Take care.

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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