North by Northwest

All my thoughts
Echo in my dreams

For all it’s worth
Different to me

For all this talk
Could we be unknown?
Thoughts are far from home

Think of me
Deep inside your head
A subsiding dread
You will speak of me
In the years to come
As one you could only dream of

Living dreams
I can’t keep them inside.
I’ll catch you; I’ll waste it
Never to taste it
Long road that will never be

Wading through a flood gently
Whole body submerged
As if life was but a dream
swirling in ecstasy behind silver screen

By Sam 

as if life were but a dream, swirling in ecstacy behind a silver screen

Published by Rhino’s Relics Poetry

A believer and upholder of unique points in history and music, which have a foothold in the lives of so many people on this planet. What makes us human, I believe is becoming to be stamped out. Words are so important, both spoken and on the page. Words make up the most powerful elements of our humanity. So, I'm feeling supersonic, why me why not? SF

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