Three short stories I dreamt of writing last night
And when I woke I was still in the midst of finishing the third
Stories which told of truths and memories all jumbled in warped twists and turns
Stories that are more twisted than the smoke and mirrors crafted by neil gaimen

But then I thought there are so many stories to tell
of friends and loved ones around me
Is there a need really to create any more fiction in this world???

Kim leaving for down under to marry the karmic healer boyfriend
Come to mambo and boogie one last before we turn thirty
I am happy that he has found love and will forever admire him for staying true to himself.

Changes to come with a switch of job, huge changes I fear,
disclipine I think, is all I need and something which I obviously lack
Unless there is a bigger consequence at hand

How easy it is for the modern man, to change their lives, their companions and their geography
How much the modern man is governed by the location of work,
It just suddenly struck me as such.

But yet there is fear, fear of the unknown and the worse off
For there is nothing worse than mistaking the current bed of roses for thorns
And embarking on the road that can never lead you back.

I wrote this down as a start to my trilogy of award winning short stories
And uncannily it has shifted by itself into
A medley of sentences all grouped in threes