Dreams

A poem.

By Lynn

The unexplainable

The ascertainable

Visions of strangers, family, friends

The mind’s blurry cleanse

Blurry, hazy unclear

Yet, crisp, unclouded, near

Some torment

Some lament

Some calm

Like one’s mom

So complex

Not knowing what’s next

So plain

A mind of strain

The smartest can speculate

Yet no theories hold weight

Where do we go when we dream?

It’s hard to answer

The unsolvable theme

Yet almost everyone dreams

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