The changing dream

Just a surreal steam of conscience poem

I layed my head upon

A soft white pillow

Restless dread creeping from behind

As if all of time had stopped

Just to watch such a grand occasion

Time like the eagle flies

Flies away from our grasp

Soon Minutes have turned to hours

Hours have turned to days

And Days to years

Eventually though

All must come to an end

Sadly our was sooner than we had expected

We just wanted more time.

More time to laugh

More time to be loved

More time TO love

More time to be ourselves…

But just like that

It went to darkness

No light

No sound

Nothing

Thats when we woke up

To see we were still In our same dreary routine

Going to the same 9-5

Still talking to the same people

We had just wanted change

But it didn’t want us.