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Asleep in his bed,
The young boy flies,
As dreams fill his little head,
His imagination on the rise.

He’ll go places,
That no ones every seen,
And he’ll fly with aces,
Where no ones ever been.

In this world of dream,
There are no pointless bounds,
Here it is as it does seem,
Here reality does not hound.

A place of peace,
A place of pure fun,
Where the laughter doesn’t cease,
And neither does the sun.

Universes without number,
Inside this little ones head,
Come alive in his slumber,
Tucked safely in his bed.
_______

Is time still passing?
I’ve lost count of the days.
I’m tiring of this life,
And the simple games it plays.

So how are you doing?
It’s been awhile since we talked.
Did you forget about me,
On this path that you walked.

I heard your doing well,
That you followed your dreams.
Life has handed you your silver spoon,
Or at least that is how it seems.

But what about your heart?
Did it fall in love again?
Or do you run away from love,
And play games with your men?

Do you remember what we had?
Does it ever cross your mind?
Do you miss the past?
Or do you look back blind?

I know your heart once loved me,
But that time faded away,
While you were out finding life,
I tripped and lost my way.

It’s good to here from you,
But isn’t it ironic my dear…
That the path that took you away,
In the end led you right back here?
_______

I sit here and I wonder,
What your doing now?
I tried to call you yesterday,
Expecting you to answer some how.

The hallway seems a little darker now,
Without your glow inside our home.
When I close my eyes at night,
I loose myself in that grey stone.

Your name left lingering,
Haunting my thoughts and mind.
Trying to remember the happier times,
Leaving the bad far behind.

I talked to your family today,
I had to watch your brother cry.
You left us here wondering,
Why, why it was you who had to die?

I don’t sleep in our bed anymore,
The couch is where I spend my time.
The quiet sound of a heart break,
Can be heard in this house of the mime.
_______

The path life leads us down,
Is not always what we’d choose.
We’ve no real foresight to guide us,
No knowledge of what we’ll loose. 

But we wonder on blindly,
Down this winding, weary path.
Learning along the way,
How to cry and how to laugh. 

And when a crossroads come,
There’s only one way we can go.
We can not take them both,
Forward is Time’s only flow. 

Sometimes the path we choose,
Can’t be taken by our friend.
So we pray that this meeting,
Is not the last before the end. 

Often times the path turns round,
And we seem them once again.
But when the roads don’t lead back,
Forever we’ll miss our friend.
_______