Sixth Sense

A man’s dreams are a maze even he cannot know.”
Robert Jordan

I vague recall that through unopened eyes,
Perceived I two doors shut and latched within,
Until my focus shifted, in surprise
I saw an opened window, curtained thin.

The age old question; whether to give in
to weaker aspects of my psyche’s lean,
Or wake to start anew and, hence, begin
again, and new way out is clearly seen.

Then suddenly, my sense again is keen,
A stark, unmoving object hangs mid-air,
This lonely, plastic hanger bars the scene,
It warns to pause, it says “Do not go there!”

Our psychic senses guide our every choice,
If we would stop and listen to that voice.

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