Round echoes of dreams dis o lv i ng
in the current,
Then onrushing lies ahead the rude anxieties of life,
Have I over slept? Why did I say that thing?
Did I leave the washing out? How can I face the day?
Did I sleep ok? Will I have enough?
Be careful now for if you let them,
fear and worry will envelop!
So, as I rise to wakefulness,
I take control and swing the flow another way.
Towards peaceful thoughts of a tranquil day,
and so avert the dreadful fate
of lying still and half awake.
Towards the
peaceful clouds to dream
I wend my
way...
z z z
z z z
z z z
z z z
Then at my wrist an awful sound!!
Wrenched up from the deep I hear THAT sound...
The BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Listening to - Winter in the woods - Leaving Laurel