dreams

 

When I was in school I booked in a creative writing  class, along with the required accounting course … I still have trouble adding 9 + 9 and I am a creative speller.

I remember writing about a day in my life as a dream and a dream as a day in my life.  It was a bit confusing but my professor thought it was twilight zone-ish and added you might consider becoming an accountant.

Is this all a dream and when I wake up March Madness is all about basketball.

I am not trying to make light of this crisis I am just trying to absorb the magnitude of it all.  We, have not experienced anything like this in our life time and we can only hope that the medical minds of a collective world can come up with a solution.

At the present time, I can not return to the United States.

… but I can dream … I can dream …

And somebody spoke and I went into a dream

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I can read, I can write, I can listen to music and I can love …

Is it getting better
Or do you feel the same?
Will it make it easier on you, now
You got someone to blame?

Have you come here for forgiveness?
Have you come to raise the dead?
Have you come here to play Jesus
To the lepers in your head?

Sisters, brothers
One life, but we’re not the same
We get to carry each other, carry each other
One
One

Thank you U2 and the Beatles for making my dreams seem real.

Happy St. Patrick’s day all!

   

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