Tension bar

Nothing is as it seems in the greatest of dreams
there is always a hidden agenda.

The subconscious lies three points West of the Horn
in the ship that we sail in just before we are born and
any memories we store are already there in the core
of our being.

I say it as I see it or when the dreams free me
to be it for a time
and it’s time that takes the tiller not the master nor
the miller
it is time that is the killer in my eyes.

I turn myself in to the gaol with
the jailer there beside me and
the pale white horse will ride me
far away.

But it’s Monday, I should stay
it is only.one more working day
and in my dreams where nothing is as
nothing seems it seems quite reasonable
to me.

© 2016, John Smallshaw.