The Dream...

What is Repressed in the Content, Returns in the Form

EDGAR ALLAN POE, "A Dream Within a Dream"

Take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow —

You are not wrong, who deem

That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away

In a night, or in a day,

In a vision, or in none,

Is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand —

How few! yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep — while I weep!

O God! Can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

O God! can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?

Shia's Redemption

 

...and One for Court Jester...

Probably?

My Golden Years...

In these my golden years

How can I try and push down my fears

Cause in the blink of an eye

I’ll watch these golden years fly by

In time I hope that I can show all the world

the love in my mind

I know if only I try I’ll get these golden years to shine

How can I get near it

If all I do is fear it

So bad, so bad

Oh no, oh no

And now

Though so much has passed

The only thing true is nothing can last

And in the blink of an eye

I’ll watch these golden years fly by

Thinking back on the many times I cried

What could’ve been if I stood up tall and tried

And now

I know that I

Can get these golden years

To shine