Melancholy Dreams

by

Ron Bliss

My head rest on my pillow,
As the world drifts away,
Thoughts float gently in and out,
Much like a child at play,
Someone calls my name aloud,
I turn to see who’s there,
Enveloped in a pastel fog,
I do not seem to care,
Time seems standing nearly still,
While motion slows it’s pace,
Surreal as all about me seems,
This unfamiliar place,
I wander in this dreamlike state,
Collecting as I go,
Fragments, pieces mental thoughts,
Just why, I do not know,
Each night I wander in my world,
Of melancholy dreams,
Searching for the answers to,
My problems, so it seems,
Soon dawn will drive the fog away,
To face reality,
Tonight, another lonesome trip,
To find the real me.

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