Dreaming in Trees
-20 March 2003-
I can't see anything,
Anything past the trees.
I can't do anything,
Frozen by the dreams.
Would you climb them,
And risk falling?
Would you enter them,
And risk sleeping forever?
Would you pierce them?
And risk loosing it's precious sap?
Would you deny them?
And risk awakening to reality?
For the trees and dreams,
For the sanity of me.
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