situations are often strange
and making so little sense
the meaning indicating change
with the details quite intense
why not my friends and family
in dreams remembered sweetly
familiar folks I rarely see
their images flashing fleetly
instead are the faces of clowns
with their crimson painted leers
in unfamiliar streets and towns
bringing most dreamers to tears
without words to provide a clue
just ignoring me mostly
another stranger passing through
myself appearing ghostly
I remember colors of clothes
and the way they wear their hair
down to the shape of their nose
while I’m trying not to stare
laughter echoing cheerily
as they pass me on the street
with faces remembered clearly
if we should ever meet
dreams that are filled with faces
happily laughing and carefree
in unknown times and places
...but will they remember me
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