Good/Bad Dream

A blanket of gray covers the air

Smoke from cigarette No.30 hanging up there

Downing drink after drink

Nothing seems to hit bottom

I've constantly been on my knees

Throwing up my problems

But as I'm faced with more

I can look her into her eyes

And putting my lips to hers

I can forget asking the "why's"

Yet, by opening my eyes

And ceiling tile staring back at me

My mind takes it's time to realize

That this a was a good and bad dream

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I dream of some weird stuff, but I'm a weird guy, so it all just works out.

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