The Perfect Dream by Newage Caveman

One Friday morning
I had this beautiful dream
My thoughts traveled back to the past
And the journey made me gleam

I met all the people I had seen before
‘Told them I had traveled time
I asked them which year it was’
They exclaimed nineteen ninety nine

Having traversed eight years of my life
With events that shaped my mind
I tried finding the route to the present
But, it was really hard to find

Traveling to the past is a pleasure
It’s a treat afore your eyes
A dream is always a magical spectacle
A trick that takes you by surprise…

Dreams may come and dreams may go…
But, some shape your life
If you want to be in the place that you had seen before
You must then close your eyes…

anonymous (167.219.48.10) -- Friday, August 10 2007, 09:41 am

Nostalgia
The poem is profound, specially the 3rd para. It promises to be thoughtful and nostalgic, but I felt after the 3rd para somewhere the link was lost or the tone of the poem changed. Keep up the good work, u are really good...

anon (121.246.6.46) -- Saturday, December 29 2007, 08:09 am

its a
woW!

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