In the centre of dream explorations.

In the centre of dream explorations.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Lost,
I tossed and turned
on mystery road
but that’s what dreams
are made of.

With no map
in hand or
given a torch
I travelled the realms
of the internal deep sleep
only to return on time
on realities rude awakening.

A news flash from the BBC.
Scientists are close to
unravelling the mysteries
of the centre
of the whole universe.
A lot of people are going
to find out it isn’t them.

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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In the words of Calvin, "I AM SIGNIFICANT ! screamed the dust speck" HA HA, love it

Posted 6 Years Ago


i agree with Stella...i know too many like that...
they are their own center, their own universe...and the world is about them.
In for a BIG surprise.
j.

Posted 6 Years Ago


haha... i know a lot who think they are :))

Posted 6 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

6 Years Ago

haha me too thanks Stella for reviewing, much appreciated.
Stella Armour

6 Years Ago

you are very welcome ... made me smile

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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