THE DREAM WITHIN
Within my body, bones and soul
I bear a dream of an act unlived
it does sometimes hunt me down
corners me and faces me coldly
reminds me harshly of failings
why do I keep it locked away
not releasing it out into reality
whilst I have no clear answers
but excuses of time being short
or that the opportune moment
has not yet arrived to my shores
and my dream beats prison bars
and yells resentment at my soul
raging fury in its imprisonment
but my ears have grown numb
and my intentions are still pure
that I am to act this matter soon
but just later, not today at noon.
A.G. Munson
