Like A Dream

A flowing pen
To what end
A stagnant thought
Writer’s Block

My Mind’s Eye blind
By memories left behind
Of things long gone
Nothing seen but Oblivion

A train white
A doughnut black
A mariner’s plight
A railroad track

All have been
Lost or forgotten
Like a Dream



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