July 13, 1999 Uncertainty By: TiffanyThuy It is the dream, the bewildered, vague vision The scene resembles reality; the figure stands in the distance Far as an endless path, yet near as a streak of light glossing past a meadow A meadow that is not dispersed with wild blossoms, Opening their enchanting, untainted petals in the fresh air Nor it is in its amplitude of evergreen grass, Grasping their young roots firmly beneath the mild earth It is a meadow that had overcame an overflowing stream, Emancipated from the lifeless frost of the unclear water Set unviewed from the somber sky and beacons from the dim mists This dream I have dreamt, is not to be thought of when I am awake Yet, with a clear vision of the dream, No one would admit that they are asleep I recall the dream, or is it really an actual event, I have dreamt of in my fantasy Is it a symbol of a feeling, of a though, or of a desire? Had Queen Mab fooled me, or I've fooled myself? These are the questions that arouses my unsettled senses Shifting my thoughts of the event, I now have a strong notion It is my fantasy, that I have dreamt.Birth sign: Virgo
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