dreams

who is right and who is wrong?

I am like a beached whale;

struggling,

turning,

pulsing,

heaving,

fighting,

rolling,

rising,

falling;

and who is right and who is wrong?

the silence remains, undisguised, unspoken,

forgotten, hiding behind darkened windows,

shadows within the night,

silky smooth, hot and bothered,

passionately pure, blends of this, shades of that,

pieces of the unfinished puzzle,

none of it real, none of it genuine,

none of it true;

who is right and who is wrong?

within these walls are many tales,

much laughter, rivers of sorrow,

oceans of tears, pools of sadness,

victims drowning within their own blood;

we are all right, we are all wrong;

winners and losers, fighters and failures,

lovers and haters, innocent and guilty,

doomed and redeemed;

together, this is all there is,

this is all we have;

I cannot dream what I do not know,

I cannot know what I do not dream.

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