What a dream a world
is when we saunter
through it with hopes
of wonder and joy.

But the bubbles glimmer
and float with great
sluggish dreams as
if lazy goldfishes
splirting and gulping
empty water.

All I can do is
drown in the pathetic
struggle each time
I try to forget about
the broken dreams.

Yet nobody ever says
the wonders of man
would ever be filled
with Morpheous.

All that I am and
all that can possible be
are misery of the most
tragic proportion.

And like a greedy
child I took the
biggest piece of cake
as I filled with
tragic hope.

Slowly the dawn
drinks my haze,
and reality of
this thought will
be forced into
the mind's psyche.

So I'll shed a tear now,
and dilute blood and rum
into a drunken haze.

Good night and good
slumber.

10/23/2005

Posted on 10/23/2005
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