2007-01-08 - dream pouch
post night shift funk
my boom podunk
my boom boom boom
boom boom
the clothes pile on the bed within my room
I chill out on the couch
until I fall asleep
I dream about the pouch
that I'd so love to keep
a pocket full of wishes in my hand
a journey to a far and distant land
a trav'ler in the dark
a fire from a spark
a warm and cozy place to spend the night
a pilgrimmage to live for what is right
a trust within a promise
and lines strung out - no commas
with sweet and sour ministries
the axe is laid to the root of the trees
and soon they'll be extracted at the root
and all that shall remain will bear good fruit
a dream I share with One who tends the vine
and watches over every wish of mine.
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