{"sf1_id":1203108,"sf2_id":"rn6v0vzn","title":"Knew...","author":"Jiblits","words":384,"posted_at":"2017-06-29T00:50:00.000Z","tags":["Dream","Poem","Short Story","slice of life"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1203108-knew","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/rn6v0vzn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/28/0a/280abc80-e1ba-4669-bf43-cd28c5ccd67e","description":"","content":"Knew...\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; (I sometimes have very \"relaxing\" dreams)\n\nDrifting among the mist covered lake\n\nI feel below something I know, but avoid for my own sake\n\nIt turns the waters gently as I wander among the never-nearing shore\n\nAs eyes close \u0026 open, it whispers to me, like a ghostly friend, always wanting to know more...\n\nSunset let's old regret again come to mind\n\nAs waves grow from all I know, my being begins to unwind\n\nSlowly grasping my every heart-string, the silent once again begin to sing\n\nAs I take my last breath above, with eyes open, I'm pulled far below the surface clear\n\nToward a time \u0026 place with no limit, no fear...\n\nHymes of better times ring about in my head\n\nTo the blur with no need cure, I go toward a place beyond the dead\n\nCold to the touch, yet yielding such a warm smile\n\nIt's face ever-changing to what's wanted, I can't help but stare a while\n\nSeconds away from too much, too far, too late\n\nAgain, somehow different than an enemy or friend, I stare \u0026 share my reasoning with what I would assume is a being known as \"fate\"...\n\nTime passes faster than one could expect, leaving in a blink, lifetimes worth onto reflect...\n\nBroken in assurance, with me, it seems to give another chance\n\nAs I float back up, it sits quietly at the bottom, never needing a second glance\n\nAs I drift up into what I know, always knew, since the beginning of its inevitable end\n\nI break the surface, breathing possibility deeply, as I look down, searching for my distant...somewhat-friend...\n\nWith the waters unclear, I find myself suddenly able to stand\n\nThe water now no deeper than my hand\n\nThe shore only a step away...\n\nIn this cloudy water, it seems, only my dreams were meant to stay...\n\nThe\u0026nbsp;ground so soft, I sit before I again lay\n\nAwaiting the time, to get up \u0026 greet another day...\n\n\"Looking back, forward, to each side...\"\n\n\"Regardless, it's still a mess if you have so much to hide...\"\n\n\"Try, before you simply ask why...\"\n\n---Thanks for reading---\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; ---Always---\n\nWritten listening to:\u0026nbsp; \"Truce\" by \"Twenty one pilots\"\n\n  \n  \n\n"}