The last time I dreamed of you,
I was caught not captured in your world,
Caught up in the thoughts and memories,
Caught up in the songs and melodies,
I was singing these tunes as I looked at you,
I thought I couldn’t escape, I thought it all failed,
But some how I found the strength,
Maybe it was given, with it I had risen,
I made my way from you,
I was caught not captured, for I escaped you.

Richardo Wilson

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