i dream each day the life that i rejected on the days before
as something for tomorrow. and the consequences are that for
the most part i do not have time to dream of places i have been.
no. mostly i move straight on to the promises of some new dream.
but lately i've been dreaming that tomorrow i will be too old
to do the things i need to do before my heart has grown too cold
to find a way of looking at the dreams i dream each long day through
that does not bind me in to that which means i can't dream something
new
and worried almost unto madness by this dream of choking sadness i
can only pray that i will dream some new dream anyway.
Little Black Book by Wayne Myers