Arbarac

I was walking down the street one day With my body in autopilot and mind far away Thinking of the events that had made my mood most grey. Wondering if today it would actually rain A quiet reminder of the world’s silent pain But as I walked along I found something quite bizarre Something I had never seen on my journey thus far An old Bicycle tied to a tree at the handle bar I have never seen this thing before yet I had taken this road many times Wondering if it just got here or if it’s been here this whole time The Bicycle was warn and old As if it had witness ages history would rather leave untold Where have you come from little

As I sit by my fire Oh so very tired I think of events that have transpired I have won personal victories But have paid a personal price Which I now think about on this moonless night I have escaped a chapter of my life with great joy As if I were a child opening a new toy Or like when a girl meets a boy. But where I have gained I have also lost As I sit by myself deep in thought. In an odd way I find myself back where I began so long ago Alone in the dark not sure where to go But these are thoughts for another time For I am tired and ill need my rest to solve the questions in my mind.

Oh sleepy prince how do you dream? Do you dream on pillows the color of cream? Or do you simply think of some place more serene? Is your room as cold as the snow? Or is it as warm as the king's throne? Oh sleepy prince where do you go? Do you dream of adventures in lands untold? Or do you simply wait for your dream to unfold? Do you dream of the world in which you live? Or is it something more fantastic?  I bet it is. Oh sleepy prince who joins you there? Is it your loyal hound which holds you dear? Or another protector who shows no fear? Whoever it is do they keep you safe? After all, dreams can be a dangerous place. Oh sleepy

A king our King! What a marvelous thing We had rejoiced for we did love our King Our King was grand, our King was fair He was not so high and mighty to cast aside our despair He had a city rich with trade And regular parades To show how grand our city was Till one day a stranger did bring our King a certain ring And things seemed to….change At first things were swell our King's influence it did swell But his power seemed to lead him to a personal hell While his power did grow He seemed to get very old Until the time he was deathly white He would hide himself way We wished for his return we would pray But the king we knew had

"Dream of the Sandman" Hello little ones of body and soul. You seem suppressed to be called that considering some of you are very old For you see when you were little I have existed for years untold You have never meet me when you have walked upon both feet For to find me you must be very much asleep My residence is sometimes a mansion built strong with stone Or sometimes it is box that is very much torn I am always with you whether in the warm or the cold Because to me you are special until the day you are nevermore We all dream of fame We all dream of glory But what of those who only dream is to hear a story? Those are the few