Running in my dreams

   Running in my Dreams.

  Running in my dreams to an never ending end. Never bending at the knees to ask another day to begin.
  Running in my dreams, chasing after sin , hidden there in drawers deep down within.
Running in my dreams, no doubt nor care there be, with shuttered eyes to see behind the brow there in.
  Running in my dreams, through a restless night beyond , with a cast-less cast of forgotten souls forgotten there begone . A memory lost so long ago of love’s that could not be, only to be conjectured up in the words of a forgotten song.
 Now running in a dreamless sleep, with restless legs foreseen , with moistened sheets and nightmares deep, at least that’s the way it seems. With an endless night the ticks the time that hangs there on the wall, with toss and turn of things not learned of running in my dreams.
By GWRoggenbuck