Julia Klimenova - Dream

I keep having the same puzzling dream.
I'm chased and I run through the night.
They are hard on my heels, but I'm fast
And I flee - fly - quite thrilled by the flight.

I'm no prey to be caught, hunted down.
I feel strong, in control, and I choose
Hot pursuit, opt for risk, danger, speed,
For as long as I'm swift I won't lose.

Winged. Invincible. Just don't look back.
'Cause the sight really spoils all the fun:
No one follows me, I'm left alone.
End of game. Damn my feet. I have won.

Julia Klimenova

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