I gaze in amazement at thoughts beyond my dreams,
Where nothing in reality unfolds as it seems.
I recall the history of people who once thrived,
In a place so remote, seemingly deprived.
They called out to me, a voice clear and profound,
They called out to me, a voice clear and profound,
"I'm your father," pointing, "heed the words I expound."
Then, from the depths of a dreary dream I stir,
Where fantasies lived and truths were a blur.
Never did I contemplate the novelty of life,
Never did I contemplate the novelty of life,
Nor anticipate good, or wonder rife with strife.
Only memories danced, masquerading as dreams,
In a world where nothing was quite as it seems.
The thought had never crossed my mind,
The thought had never crossed my mind,
To live and die, and in dying find,
That perhaps every reality meets a grim end,
And that dreams may truths, in whispers, send.
Believing now what these visions portend,
Believing now what these visions portend,
That reality, too, fades to a memory in the end.
- Jerry N. Bustillo
- Jerry N. Bustillo
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