The Tyranny Of Dreams
Nobody ever really loves a tyrant;
tho it’s a matter of definition;
it’s often one who appears violent;
thus, gaining our recognition.
Many times it is someone different;
who upholds opposing views;
especially when they are vociferant;
in the arguments, we lose.
Tyranny wears a great many faces;
many, that most of us see;
coming in all sizes, shapes and races;
sometimes, the tyrant is me.
When I see myself wearing that face;
I always try to forget;
it creates a memory of my disgrace;
one I will always regret.
Memories are unforgivable things;
cropping up at the wrong time;
when I am the tyrant; in my dreams;
it’s a message from the divine.
I see that dream as the tyrant, as well;
awakening me from my sleep;
that awful dream was a visit to hell;
I could sense the Master weep.
My dreams have become a revelation;
of how evil, we all can be;
now, I want to dream of salvation;
knowing that tyrant is me.
Monty 11.11.25. # 3,048