The Dream

I had a dream the other night

As I lay in bed, my heart sad and tight.

I felt such great sadness,

About this life and all the madness.

And here’s how my dream goes….

I was walking on an old worn road,

When up ahead I did see,

A little man not much taller than me.

I saw him slip and he almost fell,

Without my glasses, I really couldn’t tell.

Somehow I sensed a sadness that made me cry

I really wasn’t sure why.

But there he was alone on this old road

I could tell he carried a heavy load.

My heart cried out for the pain I could feel

As it hovered around him thick and surreal.

He knew not that I was following behind,

As I quietly prayed, that life would be kind.

I wondered where he was going,

if he knew the seeds he was sowing.

I wondered where his road would end,

Could this life he defend?

I wondered why did I even care,

That I could feel his despair?

Maybe I really see myself in him?

Could I ever just walk away on a whim?

Maybe his lost life was really my own,

And his loneliness, was mine deep down in my bones.

And it’s here that I awoke with such a fright,

Fear of the sadness in the night.

Fear of the lonely, rejection,

As his life was really just my projection.

LS