Absent Minded
When sleeping I dream of Centaurs
I have a bruised rib
and haven't taken any pain killer medication
but this isn't the first time
and i hope its not the last
I've been dreaming of them
no they don't look like horses
and they can be ridden bareback
In my latest dream of them
i was helping build a house in winter
and everyone just disappeared
and the centaurs came
and then i said so this is where you went
to go get help as i finish building your brick house
I thought nothing of them
They are beautiful
if only i could describe them
they have like designer clothing
they wear like a hoodie
and you know where our pockets go
that's where they can put their
hands and in times of traveling
you can put your feet there
At first i didn't think he would be able to sustain my weight
and I didn't know where we were going
the cold doesn't really get to them
but i made him drag me as i held on behind him through the snow
until he stopped and said nicely
and i mean nicely
nice as pie
nicer even
just get on and I'll give you a ride
You think they'd be taller
maybe he was a young one
and i got on and no problem
its soo easy to fall in love with a centaur
they are like family
they are bold and noble and brave
we went through the snow
for however long it was in my dream
and we talked about all sorts of things and i awoke in pain
my back was stiff
my ribs were sore
i didn't think of it until just now
but i had dreampt of a centaur
and i had dreampt of them before
the other dreams have faded but something to do with big pots
pots of possessions and liquids like water
they are not very possessive but in a sense like ants
and love art and poetry
and speak in language that reflects that and each one
like a different saint or martyr
I know i have met a centaur before
They have no horns
and i don't know if they listen to music
but at night when i have dreampt of centaurs
its always been pleasant and a bit mysterious
wrapped in the clandestine of the moment
never too sure where i am going
or how i will get there
and like a prayer there comes one to save me
to bring me to water and food
to humble me and listen to me
and offer me company from my solitude
and teach me what they know in riddle it seems
and wish i could be more like them
and now i sit here typing with this man in my mind
with blond spikey almost crew cut hair and blue eyes
perfect teeth and the snow and the house that was being built
or was i survivor?
and everyone had run away and the centaur of my dreams
the short strong beautiful creature took me away from danger
and i wonder what my dream means
I've dreampt of them about three times
and the story seems to continue but its fuzzy
like I'm travelling somehow to another plane of existence
and they are always kind to me
wether or not i know i am trespassing
i wish i knew
i wish i could thank them
i wish i could do something in return
for their wisdom
and the dream of my life of fantasia and beyond
the blizzard and white all around us
and the love between the centaur i never truly felt until i awoke
and in hindsight i know
centaurs are mystical creatures
once you meet one
you will love them all until the end
they are nice
nice as pie
or nicer
selfless and humbling
a true treasure
yet mystical and I'm not sure yet if they are dangerous
and what side they play on in the war of the worlds
of the harpies and nymphs
but i remember the cave of the centaur
and they gave me a few gifts
and all i can do now is wonder what they were
and reminisce
what a beautiful sight a centaur is
how popular one would be to be one
and to learn of their myths and riddles
their truths and puzzles
would be something I'm going to have to do and dig deeper
into myself until i can remember
until then i am still asleep dreaming of centaurs wondering where our story goes
and how it ended
how i woke up
and how i got to meet one
and what it all represents
but at night sometimes when everyone is dreaming
i dream of centaurs
and i think that's as good as it probably gets
and haven't taken any pain killer medication
but this isn't the first time
and i hope its not the last
I've been dreaming of them
no they don't look like horses
and they can be ridden bareback
In my latest dream of them
i was helping build a house in winter
and everyone just disappeared
and the centaurs came
and then i said so this is where you went
to go get help as i finish building your brick house
I thought nothing of them
They are beautiful
if only i could describe them
they have like designer clothing
they wear like a hoodie
and you know where our pockets go
that's where they can put their
hands and in times of traveling
you can put your feet there
At first i didn't think he would be able to sustain my weight
and I didn't know where we were going
the cold doesn't really get to them
but i made him drag me as i held on behind him through the snow
until he stopped and said nicely
and i mean nicely
nice as pie
nicer even
just get on and I'll give you a ride
You think they'd be taller
maybe he was a young one
and i got on and no problem
its soo easy to fall in love with a centaur
they are like family
they are bold and noble and brave
we went through the snow
for however long it was in my dream
and we talked about all sorts of things and i awoke in pain
my back was stiff
my ribs were sore
i didn't think of it until just now
but i had dreampt of a centaur
and i had dreampt of them before
the other dreams have faded but something to do with big pots
pots of possessions and liquids like water
they are not very possessive but in a sense like ants
and love art and poetry
and speak in language that reflects that and each one
like a different saint or martyr
I know i have met a centaur before
They have no horns
and i don't know if they listen to music
but at night when i have dreampt of centaurs
its always been pleasant and a bit mysterious
wrapped in the clandestine of the moment
never too sure where i am going
or how i will get there
and like a prayer there comes one to save me
to bring me to water and food
to humble me and listen to me
and offer me company from my solitude
and teach me what they know in riddle it seems
and wish i could be more like them
and now i sit here typing with this man in my mind
with blond spikey almost crew cut hair and blue eyes
perfect teeth and the snow and the house that was being built
or was i survivor?
and everyone had run away and the centaur of my dreams
the short strong beautiful creature took me away from danger
and i wonder what my dream means
I've dreampt of them about three times
and the story seems to continue but its fuzzy
like I'm travelling somehow to another plane of existence
and they are always kind to me
wether or not i know i am trespassing
i wish i knew
i wish i could thank them
i wish i could do something in return
for their wisdom
and the dream of my life of fantasia and beyond
the blizzard and white all around us
and the love between the centaur i never truly felt until i awoke
and in hindsight i know
centaurs are mystical creatures
once you meet one
you will love them all until the end
they are nice
nice as pie
or nicer
selfless and humbling
a true treasure
yet mystical and I'm not sure yet if they are dangerous
and what side they play on in the war of the worlds
of the harpies and nymphs
but i remember the cave of the centaur
and they gave me a few gifts
and all i can do now is wonder what they were
and reminisce
what a beautiful sight a centaur is
how popular one would be to be one
and to learn of their myths and riddles
their truths and puzzles
would be something I'm going to have to do and dig deeper
into myself until i can remember
until then i am still asleep dreaming of centaurs wondering where our story goes
and how it ended
how i woke up
and how i got to meet one
and what it all represents
but at night sometimes when everyone is dreaming
i dream of centaurs
and i think that's as good as it probably gets
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When sleeping I dream of Centaurs
When sleeping I dream of Centaurs