White Man

It’s a white morning and I wake up from a dream inside my dream, in my dream – I am a white man, in a white shirt, in a white bed, in a white room and white dog, I can hear the dog bark, but he is so white that I can’t find him.

Than I give up, I sit on the white caoch, and look for the answers in the white book, but the pages are blank and white, and to find the right answers I need to wake up.

God I miss the orange coach and the brown dog! God I miss Israel the dream that became my reality!


2 Responses to “White Man”

  1. ramboblog Says:

    White dogs can’t bark!!!


  2. rachelly Says:

    There is no place like home.

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