Monday Afternoon

[DonSchaeffer]

I'm living an odd life
in an odd time.
Real life has faded to a scrap.
Memory converted by dream
has grabbed me. It's all
that's left.
The sky outside is
hidden in dream molecules.
There are dream breezes to
amplify the Autumn.
And I play.
My games are products
of a child's mind.
Few would venture
this far into dreams,
too dangerous they say.
Who cares, say I.