poetforchrist
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3/22/2007
Twisted
Each dream began with me holding a shovel digging a hole
The first time I thought I was digging for buried treasure until
I looked around found myself standing on boot hill then woke up
The next dream found myself holding that shovel digging again
This time thought I was digging for a well until found myself back
Standing on boot hill beside a tombstone with my name
Woke up in a cold sweat the smell of dirt was too real to be a dream
But my boots were clean no dirt under my nails but still to afraid to sleep
Had to make some coffee to stay awake forgot to look if i made decaf
Shovel in hand started digging away like there was nothing else to do
Thought I was digging a grave to bury a fallen friend but, couldn't move
Found myself waist deep in dirt that I was still piling on
Dream took another twist found myself holding the shovel inside the grave
Throwing the shovel laid down found eyes looking down at me from above
Instead of feeling fear felt calm as the face became clear it was me
Three days later found myself being helped out by a hand of a stranger
Step by step started walking down a long and narrow road with no end
But I knew long as I followed this stranger wouldnt have to dig no more
Feeling the sun shine on my face got up and out to get the paper
Waved to my neighbor who gave me a stare that I wouldnt forget
He asked were you digging last night as he pointed to the shovel
Twisted
Each dream began with me holding a shovel digging a hole
The first time I thought I was digging for buried treasure until
I looked around found myself standing on boot hill then woke up
The next dream found myself holding that shovel digging again
This time thought I was digging for a well until found myself back
Standing on boot hill beside a tombstone with my name
Woke up in a cold sweat the smell of dirt was too real to be a dream
But my boots were clean no dirt under my nails but still to afraid to sleep
Had to make some coffee to stay awake forgot to look if i made decaf
Shovel in hand started digging away like there was nothing else to do
Thought I was digging a grave to bury a fallen friend but, couldn't move
Found myself waist deep in dirt that I was still piling on
Dream took another twist found myself holding the shovel inside the grave
Throwing the shovel laid down found eyes looking down at me from above
Instead of feeling fear felt calm as the face became clear it was me
Three days later found myself being helped out by a hand of a stranger
Step by step started walking down a long and narrow road with no end
But I knew long as I followed this stranger wouldnt have to dig no more
Feeling the sun shine on my face got up and out to get the paper
Waved to my neighbor who gave me a stare that I wouldnt forget
He asked were you digging last night as he pointed to the shovel
theres ur clue
