I find in the strangest of dreams
a horse that calls out to me
he looks into my eyes and neighs
while an old man who follows me
bids me of this longing, the horse
this creature who seemed so sure
held to the neighborhood there
by the moments that fate had poured
and it wasn't as it all had seemed
when I entered the door of the home
of my foster parents who paved
that road and lead me along
to become who I am today
but this dream was the strangest of things
it's as if they were not surprised
by the wisdom of the things I sing
and I find my younger self
then say, "how is it that you do"
he tells me to go in the yard
to search for the one who knew
so I do as he says and go
and see such a sight I fail
to grasp in a glance of one
and only moment so once again
I find in the strangest of dreams
a horse that calls to me
he looks into my eyes and neighs
while an old man follows me
a horse that calls out to me
he looks into my eyes and neighs
while an old man who follows me
bids me of this longing, the horse
this creature who seemed so sure
held to the neighborhood there
by the moments that fate had poured
and it wasn't as it all had seemed
when I entered the door of the home
of my foster parents who paved
that road and lead me along
to become who I am today
but this dream was the strangest of things
it's as if they were not surprised
by the wisdom of the things I sing
and I find my younger self
then say, "how is it that you do"
he tells me to go in the yard
to search for the one who knew
so I do as he says and go
and see such a sight I fail
to grasp in a glance of one
and only moment so once again
I find in the strangest of dreams
a horse that calls to me
he looks into my eyes and neighs
while an old man follows me
Author notes
this particular piece is from a time ago 
There is a dream I've had - I am near the place I grew up as a child. I can see everything and strangely enough, they can see me too. I'm walking around the neighborhood; I remember it like it was yesterday. There's this horse in the yard that can see me (a brown one) and when he does, he begins neighing restlessly. Some old man, who shouldn't be there and looks rather peculiar (sensing he has a deep wisdom about him) tells me "they have an attachment to you boy, a deep longing." It's almost as if they don't even notice anyone else here that I can see, only me. I quickly am frightened by this stranger and go to the house. Here I find everyone together, normal, happy, including my younger self, which is strange. It's a summer day, somewhere around June and the odd part is that I can still talk to them as if I were a visitor or something. They welcome me in as if they knew me now. I ask Brenda (a lady I knew) if she knew where Mary (Her mother, and the one who raised me) was. She smiles and says "she's hanging clothes up, go see." And before I go, I take another look around and my child self is looking right at me in curiosity. I say to him "hello" he smiles like I've never seen and says "hi... Go see" I go outside to find her and when I do, there is this unfamiliar warmth that comes over me to the point I'm overwhelmed. Her wearing that scarf on her head, gray hair sticking out in some areas shinning by the sunlight. Soon enough the moments distracted by the horse again. Neighing restlessly. I am told once again "they have an attachment to you boy, a deep longing" this time the old man's nowhere around but his voice seems to echo in the wind. Then I awake. Weird.
There is a dream I've had - I am near the place I grew up as a child. I can see everything and strangely enough, they can see me too. I'm walking around the neighborhood; I remember it like it was yesterday. There's this horse in the yard that can see me (a brown one) and when he does, he begins neighing restlessly. Some old man, who shouldn't be there and looks rather peculiar (sensing he has a deep wisdom about him) tells me "they have an attachment to you boy, a deep longing." It's almost as if they don't even notice anyone else here that I can see, only me. I quickly am frightened by this stranger and go to the house. Here I find everyone together, normal, happy, including my younger self, which is strange. It's a summer day, somewhere around June and the odd part is that I can still talk to them as if I were a visitor or something. They welcome me in as if they knew me now. I ask Brenda (a lady I knew) if she knew where Mary (Her mother, and the one who raised me) was. She smiles and says "she's hanging clothes up, go see." And before I go, I take another look around and my child self is looking right at me in curiosity. I say to him "hello" he smiles like I've never seen and says "hi... Go see" I go outside to find her and when I do, there is this unfamiliar warmth that comes over me to the point I'm overwhelmed. Her wearing that scarf on her head, gray hair sticking out in some areas shinning by the sunlight. Soon enough the moments distracted by the horse again. Neighing restlessly. I am told once again "they have an attachment to you boy, a deep longing" this time the old man's nowhere around but his voice seems to echo in the wind. Then I awake. Weird.
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