In Dreams: 102 Poem by DM W
In Dreams: 102
In dreams, I perceive myriad paths to freedom.
But in the cold light of reality, most prove
To be illusory. We live, increasingly,
In a glossy, airbrushed world; that's studded with ' stars'.
Yet we often lack a true sense of our selfhood.
Behind smooth surfaces, there are constant ruptures.
Behind elaborate masks of order; there is
Primal chaos. There's no guide to show us the way.
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8/12/2025 5:48:44 AM # 1.0.0
Excellent! A deep thinking 'lost souls' poem. And Oh! the masks people wear, to hide behind day in day out. But in our dreams we see more clearly. Thank you Dominic for your food for thought poem and a full score. Take care