i was going on a journey, and had a dream i was already on my way there

Dreaming (Up) Consequences

I told you to kick me
If I spoke too much.
Donít you remember?
While we were boarding the plane?

And the feats that made me gasp,
Disappearing and reappearing
Something completely different.
It spun my mind out.

No, surely that wasnít it.
We still have weeks til Brisbane
So why should projections, fears
Possibilities invade before itís even begun?

Maybe I shouldnít have analysed.
Maybe youíll betray me inevitably, again
And the opportunity wonít occur.
Guess Iíll see you later at training then.

Thatís if my eyes can stay open.

Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-09-26 at 01:13

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Well an interseting poem i liked it!!!
Zombies !!! aha

Always love your daydreams, this is what kills the drag of time, sometimes!!!