For the future that might not come
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

 

It seems that I no longer dream
In my hopes and visions I scream
Drain me of all snakes I steam
I stem from old viking leaders

In my dreams I'm coated with ice
It's cold outside it's no surprise
In my dreams I fight dragons and slice
Dragons in half with uncontained wrath

In my real life I need no advice
I know enough but I can't seem to rise
Above myself or the borders I throw
Thus I stay solemn, soft, and low

I think to myself and reinvision my dreams
Picture in my head the undeniable screams
From those dragons all in blood bathing
I'm so happy I saved my lifes savings

For the future that might not come