Garden of dreams

Dreams are supposed to be sweet like honey and not as dark as treacle

Dreams are supposed to wipe the tears of the day away

Not make you dream of greyer days and things that make you scream

Dreams are supposed to be good for you

Dreams are supposed to be your sanctuary

They are not supposed to bring you fear at all

So why then, do my dreams make me feel like I am falling on my knees at the mercy of the universe?

Why do my dreams feel like a curse?

Shut away in a miser’s purse, with nothing to spend at all in the garden of dreams…

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