8/18/2019 Saturday Found Poem

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Saturday Found Poem That this should be real.

Standing there in the darkness.

His conscience troubled.

Rising to his feet,

he moves towards the bedroom windows.

 Tired from his recent labours.

Disappointed by the state of the world.

 Troubled by his dreams

He has no idea what he’s doing.

ith no motivation in his tread

he moves towards the bedroom windows.

!ushing back the boundaries of the world

he suspects that this world is full of his disappointed dreams.

He is certain that between the boundaries is a richer possibility.