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A dream that is captured, is a powerful thing,
subjected to control by images the tangible cannot compete with.
They place your feet on the floor in the morning with expectations.
A purpose for certain things to be and to happen,
because if they didn’t it would mean you are going to miss things,
we value most things only once they are gone
or have been taken away….
The people you expect to see every day,
strangers of course, but also the one’s you dread seeing,
those you seek out, what if they weren’t there?
Your place of work, your desk, your domain in a maze much larger than you,
where would you go, what would you do, every day for how-many hours, if that changed?
You expect to meet a friend for coffee, pop into a shop to get your favourite chocolate,
but your friend isn't there, the aisle of chocolates has been moved,
and you drive home, where the light is ever so slightly different,
the remote in your hand is black, smells, recognisable yet changed.
Would you blink twice? What would do you think?
Might you think you’re mad? Might you think you’re dreaming?
Which leaves me with this:
Would you still do what you did today, say what you did, walked where you did, knowing you will miss some things, or would you do it because you wouldn't...