The Subconscious
inside a dream
it works its own way to you
you are as wild as a vine in the forest
beautiful as an orchid
on the tree top
it is the dancing princess inside your heart
the butterfly freely hovering from one flower to another
an overflowing river
without boundaries
or banks
when you wake up
you rebuild your fences again
making them stronger
higher
the light of the day creates the impression
that you are as strong as your forts
as protected as your moats
feeling so secure with your forces
your soldiers are all there
your honor intact
at dawn you are happier
the early morning begins in grief
but there is so much strength
and stronger defenses
of your ego
the id is murdered again
the super ego folds your arms
and raises them for your greater glory
you mourn the whole day
there is no smile in your face
there is only
that well kept dignity
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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