Dreams

There is no future; in the past. Memories of the mind cannot be recreated for nothing is the same twice. Look to dreams of the future for that is where destiny lies, not in that, which is left behind. Turn the key, lock the door Archive it. Pipe dreams spiral aromatically Intoxicating false hopes; but When brought into reality They are tampered; into Mind numbing predictability Foresight abandoned. If wishes were dreams and dreams were wishes If only we could share; pulling a wishbone in two If dreams became real and wishes come true If a coin in a well bought forth your kisses I’d give away my fortune, for a moment with you. Anagram of dream Re-living the horror My nightmare Elixir - of, Death.