Unconventional dreams of reality are
Like the shadows that dance on the wall at night,
From the street lights and the cars driving by my window.
I hear the neighbour yelling at his dog for tearing up the yard.
Its 12:30 at night.
The sound from the TV in the den is back on.
I guess the show didn’t end.
I wonder if this night will ever end?
July 26/12
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