He dreamed yesterday
He dreamed of a thought
He dreamed of what could be
He dreamed of what he sought
But yesterday’s thought
Is today’s fading dream
In a vicious circle caught
In which he fights for his belief
Fast did it fade
This dream of his
A distant whisper
His mind plays tricks
Gone is yesterdays thought
Gone once again
Never he’ll see anymore
But hope and faith do blend
For the dream may yet come
From the heavens or inside
He has to be strong say some
Not to curl up and hide
So he sleeps dreaming away
Dreaming of yesterdays thought
Hoping that someday it’ll come true
For life is so very short
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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