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They scatter away

As soon as I open my eyes
They scatter away –my dreams

No matter how hard I try
I can’t put my finger on them
The good, the bad, the ugly

As soon as I open my eyes
They scatter away

The scenes that played out, the memories, fade away
The feelings remain
The bad ones stay a bit longer

There are so many of them
And all so vivid, but

As soon as I open my eyes
They scatter away

I lie in the sandpit
Every grain has a story
I try to collect them

As soon as I close my fist
They scatter away

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