Unfinished Dream

Dreaming is strange, sometimes in kind

It is a walk gone on without your mind

So just imagine how I felt if you can

Looking down to find a rifle in my hand

I dreamed I was a soldier in a war torn land

Somehow, I had gotten separated from my band

I was much younger, no longer old

I was so strong, I was so bold,

I walked the trail with no fears

I felt much wiser than my years

I heard sounds of a firefight up ahead

There was no telling how many were dead

Eyes straining to see, ears tuned for a sound

Without warning enemies were all around

I heard someone ahead give an awful scream

But I just can’t pick up the thread of the dream

The shock of it all was just so great

That all of a sudden I was wide-awake

Somehow I have to go back to sleep, if I can

I need to know, did I run, or did I stand.

ã Faye Sizemore August 16 2002

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