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©2002 egf
} like a dream {
this thing is like a dream
while I dream it
I know exactly what it means
it makes perfect sense
without any explanation
but then there is the change
I wake and it is different
it just seems so strange
I step back and think about it
and it makes no sense at all
was I crazy? was I insane?
what was going on inside my brain?
how could I have thought it all made sense?
how could I possibly have been so dense?
what was I thinking?
the dream, as dreams often seem to me
is sweet and beautiful
as perfect as could be
but reality has returned
and it is dark and ugly