I’ve lived the life of a sleepwalker, walked left and right – was a tight talker. No one could rescue me from within my dream – turn me around and back to bed again.
Dreams full of hell, the wretched and beasts – running out of time, falling and the deceased. It took 10 years to wake up from that slumber, woke up, died, reborn with new wonder.
I found myself walking by a lake under trees – shrouded and cloaked- away from disease.
The adult mind can lock and inner child should be rescued – I’ve let her out, hugged her and told her I’ve missed you.