Sowing the seeds of my thoughts in the fertile ground of my slumber
It is here in these dreams I see beyond the day
Free to run, to live beyond the hands of Cronos
Clutching slivers in my scarred hands gripping them tightly with my grasp
To run beyond the vigilant guard and far beyond the walls of Phobos
There deep within the my forest of thoughts I can see the world
Through the primrose but I see a possible future in those moments
Dreams and illusions are only reflections of how to shape the world
Were my hands the ever more nimble builder
I wake with only the fleeting memories and wishing I could return
My smile remains as the only evidence
That’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow
Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday
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