This is how it goes, I wake up some mornings and I'm dreaming in poem. The words in my mind today were, "rid the score, prerequisite door". Some of you may think "Whaaaaat?" but I've interpreted it to mean, "you must let go of the past in order to embrace the future". I love my dreams...they are where my ideas come from. This is definitely going to be a line in my next upcoming book of poetry.
