Holy Yikes! I have 8 minutes to get a poem written!!!
I awake with a start,
the Dream still fresh in my mind.
It was meaningful, important, necessary, and perfect -
but I can feel it already beginning to fade,
just a few seconds after the fact.
What was it again?
The details fade and I am left,
helpless as a babe trying to find his words,
failing, and not even knowing how to cry.
Was I dreaming? I don't remember, now.
Thanks for reading.
The Fat Kid
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