Streaming Dreaming
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

I lie awake
And I'm thinking
I might be late
To the train

For this sake
I should be running
Instead the lake
Is in my brain

It's waves are golden
The wind is fresh
I think I missed it
Now one time less

But I'm persistant
I just hopp on
In my dreams
As they roll along