Dreams

I seldom dream nowadays.
I miss the long bus rides, with the wind in my hair. (no more bus, no more hair)
I have to teach. (I hate talking!)
I don't get enough rest. (not sleep!)
I don't get to do my own things (like dream)

And thats the problem.
The 'I' in everything.
When I is/am in the centre of everything, there is no opportunity to allow myself to float away and be in far away places.
I am here. I am now.
thats it.
full stop.

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There was some dreaming last night.
A queer and wierd one.

So many kinds of dreams.
Dreams are funny things.

A writer that doesn't write, a dreamer that doesn't dream.
A writer that dreams of writing.
A dreamer that only writes.

Who are poets?