CATCH A DREAM

CATCH A DREAM

We chase, search out and run as fast as we can,

While we sleep the greatest things can happen,

Run do we very fast, jump so very high to touch the sky,

Jump on the roof top, flips in the air, slow motion if you please.

Always for me money floating down a stream, a pile in the street,

Just as it is grabbed by my hand disappears does it as I become awake.

We all have been there when a monster chases us and then we are elsewhere,

Dreams are always so mixed up, at times tiring as we are in places of mystery.

Floating in the air, suddenly in a bubble we drift onward to where nothing makes sense,

Catch a dream, hold on tight and bring it back home with you tonight, any night.

Catch a dream, dream, to be all that you hope to be, dream the perfect scene.

Keith Garrett

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10 thoughts on “CATCH A DREAM

  1. For me the lines

    Always for me money floating down a stream, a pile in the street,

    Just as it is grabbed by my hand disappears does it as I become awake.

    We all have been there when a monster chases us and then we are elsewhere,

    Dreams are always so mixed up, at times tiring as we are in places of mystery.

    really details this struggle to capture what we wish and our selfish and conscious/unconscious desires. However, it is within the last line I quoted where, for me, the gravity and concrete really falls out and I find a great poetic comment on “Sure, go ahead, try it…See how concrete you really can make the make believe”, or in a phrase, “I dare you,” so much stronger in the end of the poem.

    The words cull from my mind so many conversations on money and things that were such trifles, in which nothing was wrought except my exasperations at how annoying and lacking of all passion really the capitalist conversation was. where I found my self day dreaming just to escape the experiences themselves.

    So, it is within the final thought, I find myself questioning the types of monsters which would have even me (outside the voice, the “me” or the “I” of the poem, personal pronoun isn’t always the poet) chasing money and where that goes with dreams, with things, necessities, really even making the places in reality a mystery! I find myself, then, getting back at that initial pursuit–the money down the river, trying to catch money in the street like I was one of the people going after wine in the streets of “A tale of two cities”.
    Then, I begin to wonder at how genuine those past pursuits became, or if all they did was further the ego or even if things were fuel for the ego’s necessity of things?

    Somewhere, I remember, something simplistic–some comment some other writer made on only having enough to travel with and living simply. I think of the mortal coil and writing on addictions and it wouldn’t come as any surprise that still that green white paper was some terror from some suspense and bigger than the tiny sheet I fold in a wallet. I remember worrying about eating and clothing–still a need at present. I remember Rilke writing about not owning one book he had written. I remember some other writer writing he was full of himself when it came to love. Love is one of those monsters that drive us and Love is a pet. Love is a transitive verb that shouldn’t be written about for some time, one of the monsters none the less and one that fuels and drives searches and veiled dreams–a dream of dream of dreams.

    After a dream of dream of dreams really what then? It is that mystery I stress MYSTERY that is so interesting, said of “inspiring,” or at having enough of mystery we ask, “when,” for having had the gruesome experience of not knowing “when is the experience worth having?” And would the experience of not knowing trump not knowing, not knowing and having then known the whole process of not knowing… ad infinitum with not knowing, then having to know and then truly how “tiring” that murder of mystery truly was.

    I could also see an argument for having a dream, but remember what will be needed in it so it doesn’t evaporate. Or I could also see another argument for just others having their experiences of having dreams and comparing notes taken.

    I really like this, Keith. I’m going to try to have another dream.

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