“My time hated me
but to the fool, wise.”
© 2016 Sarah W.
Okay, so in the midst of waking up from many different dreams, I have taken notice of trying to read words in front of me in the dream – these words and sentences never make any logical sense. This morning, the above mini poem came out as I awoke. It was vivid enough that I wrote it down immediately. I spent a little while trying to make sense of it. The truth is, it may mean absolutely nothing at all. But, here is what I think I have taken from it:
It has seemed to me for a while now that in the times we life in, the truth is undervalued and lies and dishonesty seem so easy for all to believe. In my life, my family for the most part has believed me, the truth teller, to be a liar and my sisters, the liars, to be the speakers of truth. And so, my sisters and those like them are wise to the times, wise to the fact the dishonesty is golden.
What do you take from this half-asleep poem?