A ricochet of thoughts <br />running through my head <br />in these lucid dreams <br />I've always Had <br /> <br />Thoughts of the living <br />Thoughts of the dead <br />all merge together <br />leaving me not knowing <br />who is alive <br />and who is dead <br /> <br />When I wake up <br />the thoughts come flooding back <br />as I see the bruises <br />where they grabbed me and said <br />don't go back <br /> <br />Only then do I know <br />who is living <br />and who is dead<br /><br />Dave Alan Walker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lucid-dreams-3/
