The Dreamer

Terrell Dest

I don’t really know how I feel about my dreams sometimes.

They have taken me to every continent on Earth.

They have me as a family man, a loner, a warrior,

a coward, a murderer, a prince, and a loser.

Are they real? I can taste the cultures in my mind.

The kiss of a wife, the stabs of an enemy, the casting out

of a society.

But I am a young man living in New Jersey;

I want to be real and not a dream…

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