Half way to unconciousness,
I dreamt, a cogent dream
I had a pen in my hand
ready to be used;
A weapon of great potential
fully under my command
The strong grip I had on it
provoked a tussle of life,
But was it only a dream after all,
The prayer of my soul;
The desire of my heart!
I dreamt, a cogent dream
I had a pen in my hand
ready to be used;
A weapon of great potential
fully under my command
The strong grip I had on it
provoked a tussle of life,
But was it only a dream after all,
The prayer of my soul;
The desire of my heart!
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