What's Left of Me

These days I dream smaller dreams
Of home and family gathered round
Yet sometimes in the darkness
Darker, richer dreams break through
Piling up cascading wonders
That leave me breathless
And make me wonder
What's left of the me
That I once knew


  1. Florian

    Florian on 08/25/2005 11:29 a.m. #

    Welcome to your midlife crisis.

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