The silent screams of distant dreams
remind me I’m asleep,
off in the distance I hear my voice,
and pray my soul to keep
For I am in a some far off place,
yet I am also here,
so I will go to find myself,
and see what it is I fear
A dream in a dream is what I find,
and I am in both places,
battling for both our lives,
the challenge that both of use faces.
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 