I hear the drip drip drip against the concrete drain.
Not sure i’ll ever get the sound out of my brain.
Focus slipping as I slide into a realm of sleep.
As those drops turn from liquid to sleet.
Mind rummaging round to conjure pictures.
Not sure who will be in this round of fixtures.
Will they be people from my recent past?
No it looks like they’ll be from a long ago cast.
Scenario shifts as my mind changes gear.
This time it decides on an episode of fear.
It being shortlived is a hell of a mercy.
Dream number three involves a horse named Percy?
Far future war is the next to unfold.
And in it I am in a war of scale untold.
What might be next I really haven’t a clue.
Maybe it could turn out to even be you.
Instead I awaken to the dawn of a brand new day.
Don’t remember a single imagined thing that happened to me.
Only some semblance of feelings I felt.
A mixture all entangled as if in ropes I have knelt.
Rain transitioning back to drops on the ground.
Its as though no time has been passed around.
If that were the case I would be real perplexed.
And might have to send myself for some sort of checks.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 