The Dreams Of Night
It's our dreams that keep us going!
Deep in the mind of the adventurous soul
Rests the years of trying to be something more
Always striving to reach the unattainble goal
Ending up crawling into bed, tired and sore
The nightmares that come
Leave you sweaty and in a fright
Then you remember, life's left you numb
And you tell the beasts to have a good night
You crawl out of bed, two hours earlier than you need
If only to record on paper the memories of your dream
Those horrible night thoughts, a story they did seed
But time is running out, or so it does seem
Then along comes that final day
And a rest you have earned
It's time to go out and play
As you ride off into the setting sun, your skin nice and burned
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The Man Behind The Mask
From fiction to reality there’s tons to share about this crazy life. From being a single father, an officer, and having had many insane adventures while I learned about the world, my imagination runs wild with ideas.
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