04/08/2018
It’s the strangest thing
That these times in the doldrums
Are permeated with dreams
That surprise and delight
I’ve done terrible things
Been terrorized and tortured
I’m broken hearted
And I’ve seen much on the inside
That tests a mans resolve
So it might surprise you
As it does me
That the dreams which haunt me most
Are of an old veggie patch
That I didn’t quite finish weeding
And sometimes at night
When the sandman takes
I’m ducking off to Bunnings
To buy chook poo for the tomatoes
And oh the horror
When I look at my crop
And the yield is weak
It all makes me think
That in my soul
There’s either something very wrong
Or very right
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Strange but true, people often ask me if I have flashback s to my crime or trouble sleeping with what I’ve done and been through. The truth is a I don’t think about it much and I used to dream of gardening on regular basis. Someday I’ll live somewhere with a permaculture set up, look after it and get closure on my gardening disappointment dreams. The image I used for this post is the actual patch I never finished.
