Dreams

Dreams

Vaguely they dance
Behind my sleeping eyes
Almost not there.
And are the dancers in my dreams
The puppeteers who pull the strings
Through my waking days?
In the plays my mind pretends
A touch of reality always creeps in.
And is the play something thats been
Or the plan for tomorrow?
Within the darkness of the night
Mystic dancers bring delight
A puppet string fades from sight.
And are the dancers in my dreams
The puppeteers who pull the strings
Through my waking days?

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