Past The Hour

Past the hour, I should be in bed...
Can't get the images out of my head.
Alert I look around.
Listening to every sound.
Frozen inside my body, darkness closing in.
Evaporating light, sealing me within.
The boundaries, I cannot escape.
Trapped inside this prison cell.
Swallowing me whole, under it's manipulating spell.
Raining down on me, this black sea of dark lies.
I cover up me ears, tightly close my eyes.
Whisper a silent prayer, a sweet sense of relief.
As I open up my eyes and realize all along it was a dream.

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Donna and Cindy learn about the unexpected uplifting qualities of Magic Baking Powder. Maybe they need to get an anchor!!

No guarantee

Realize who you are, stay near, don't linger far.
No matter what road life takes you down,
I will always be around.
Have faith in what you believe,
let no one rob you of your dream.
Conquer every hurdle in your path,
let it all out when you need a laugh.
Focus on what it is you spend your time,
evaluate the worth out of your life line.
Live each day although it was your last,
for tomorrow is never guaranteed to pass.