Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Some dreams die a slow death

Some dreams die
 A slow death
Trampled on by insistent feet
 Of life and living
Choked out by weed
 And a brambles of alternatives
 And those neon lights
 Flicker in your mind
 You can never quite put them out.
Don’t look at me so scornfully
What do you even know of dreams?

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