In my sleep, my dreams are not nice.
Not of my choosing, I pay the price!
Things, bears big and lumbering, chase me.
My parked car, hide from me, I search but cannot see.
Always running and always searching.
Why, oh! why? can I not dream of happiness?
Of pleasant countryside, blue skies, white daisies.
Gambolling sheep, singing birds, grass whispering.
Maybe swishing seas, waving palms, me sleeping.
Waking feeling refreshed in the morning,
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