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Abandon all that we are
So we can become
All that we might be
I see myself trapped by my past, by the barriers erected from fear, insecurity and doubt. “Grow past them…” I counsel myself. “Push past them. They are but vapor, illusion, less real than the dreams. Dreams create! So I shall focus on them.
Weariness drags me
I’ve been awake far too long
Dreams are beckoning
I’m lighter than air
Drifting up above tree-tops
Wakefulness comes soon
Betwix books & sunbeams
Motes of dust glide like stars
Drifting amongst dreams
And the dreamers who dream
Once I dreamt of boats
A vision of opulence
Now just nausea
A challenge with dreams
Knowing whether they are yours
Or superimposed
​Unsettled dreaming
Awakened much too early
Anxiety wins
Dreams growing bolder
Reaching out from deep within
Unstoppable force
Lost dreams within me
Focusing my energy
Seeking their return
The mist of my breath
Intertwined with the starlight
My flickering dreams
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 