I used to use dreams, to create and design
but now my dreams come, cemented in rhyme
before, there was an exact brief, a strict deadline
but now, the only constraints are mine.
Don't underestimate the power of imagination
the ability to float away, thus boredom forsaking
to mentally stroll off, for a whimsical walk
later returning to now, neither wheezing nor aching.
Store in your mind, a place to wander
whistle, or sing, if you think you can
and always have that daydream ready,
for when the shit starts hitting the fan.
Bryony de Lat
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- Used To Be - Lyndon Queripel
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- The Wind's Words - Tony Gardner
- She didn't care - Bryant Doyle
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- What Is? - Martyn Legg
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- The Riddler - Tony Bradley
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- Hear for keeps - Bryant Doyle
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