If it is only a dream
Then I am not worried
Because I will wake up
And shake it off
Like a snake sloughing off
The skins of the last season
Leaving the frets
Where they fell
And slithering away
Coffee in hand to confront my fears
Oh yes, it was a dream
Just too long in unraveling
And waking up is into
Another dream world
Where the time goes backward
And I am not sure
I am growing old
Or just growing poorer
In time and in pocket
But may be day
has actually come
And the smell of coffee
And bacon is real
The toasted bread is real too
But it is served on the balcony
Of our neighbor
While we count the biscuits
Left over from before the dreams
Just may be
It is neither day nor dream.
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