I think I mentioned last time that things get a little strange once the creativity starts flowing. Well, hopefully I can finish on a slightly more normal note.
A Note To My Therapist
A dream perhaps and yet more real,
than I have known before.
How can I know the truth of it,
what’s dream and what is more.
In dreams I often tell myself,
“You’re dreaming never fear.”
But what if I am wrong and this,
is false, the dream is here.
What if rules and common sense,
are only in my head.
And all the chaos I call dreams,
is really real instead.
There’s no answer that I can find,
no way to truly know.
So I’ll just choose the one I like,
and that’s where I will go.
So if you come and I have gone,
it’s true I’ve only woke.
It’s you who’s trapped within a dream,
the punchline to my joke.
Cheers, Winston