Short Dreams

In a vision so deep
This dream starts to creep
I saw a mysterious sight
Twenty years after that night
Visions of an old bent up man
What have these sights done to me
Worn out and weak
Visions I don’t want to seek
This sight looks so real
As old man I feel
Short dreams
Wild screams
Only thing seen
Mist and steam
Earth, heaven and air
Stop with this nightmare
Pictures expressed this day
Of mystery, pain in all ways
Dreams are like decisions
I’m a loser in this vision
I’ll be older and keen
It’s a small short dream