A Tighter Hold On Reality

Winter chases autumn downstream, 

and the future it is but a dream.

-Neither one quite catches the other.

And if it did...  

What hands would be so great?

When we too are the changing of seasons,

one MUST face with sideways glance.

The tighter the grip

the quicker it's escape.

Without it all we stood not a chance.

Reality slips between fingers.

Better to believe this, 

than to fool ourselves otherwise.

They can say all they like about us dreamers.

Because truth is, all of this did not begin 

without a dream with which to mould it in.

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[Ed Hart]

that last stanza, that last line, a perfect seeing