Dream Seeker

A few comments back and forth with Richardankerswrites about forgetfulness and who we are and I was mulling over how we change and if we even know ourselves any more. Just a few thoughts.

I don’t know

What you want me

To do,

Or be.

I can only be me.

Is that no longer



It never was,

Never known

Until now

When expectations

Thwart desire

And desire turns

To dreaming

In life’s


Who am I?

A dream seeker.




24 thoughts on “Dream Seeker”

    1. Credit where it’s due. If you hadn’t reminded me that I don’t belong in a workhouse I might have been cooking instead of writing. They won’t starve. And I won’t have to live in the wrong era. Just have to remind myself of that from time to time. Thanks for the chat that stirred the coffee thoughts. 🙂 x


      1. Aw, pleasant vibes sent to relieve. That and a couple of paracetamol maybe. Hope it’s not a migraine. I’ve only ever experienced that once and I wouldn’t wish it on anyone.


      2. Oohh goodie. I’ve always wanted to be one of them. I’m off answering questions about my sex life! This place is something else. Muse and sex all in the same breath. I might never leave the house again!! Lol. 🙂 x


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