Drowning in the voices

Coming up for air

Survival means choices

And things mean to change

A big garden filled with green

So beautiful and calm it all may seem

Then a falling star crashes down

People running away, animals on the run

A child cries, his voice loud in my ear

Nobody turns they all keep going

The world goes black, I open my eyes

I’m back in my bed. A feeling very strange

I try to remember but don’t know what it means

I turn around and close my eyes falling back to sleep.

19/06/2003. Inspired by Neil Gaiman another of my favorite authors.


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