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He's off to spend every night and day Watching his dreams slowly fade away Into the void of endless abyss, The blackened skies of a hazy mist. He longingly recalls his desires, Cast asunder in their pyre. The world decreed that he'll never need Such useless whims in his foul mire! "What good could you ever try to prove? You were made to fail, and born to lose! You think you only need be clever To saunter your way through this grand ruse?" Although they tried, he stands undeterred From their efforts to make him unnerved. He calmly waits for his opportune Break into eminence, coming soon! Though he witnessed his dream's demise, He knew quite well it spelled not the end. He felt confident when he surmised That on his dreams, he could depend! He knew the death of an idea Could only beget another's birth. When one seems to fall, the next stands tall, And what ensues brings plentiful mirth! All these dreams, they shan't stop producing, It just takes an active fantasy! You can spend as much time as needed, And you're bound to think infinitely About all the possibilities You could imagine eternally! Endless bouts of fruitful pondering, All this brainwork, you'll be marvelling! Though you stifle our labors, it seems Nothing can truly **** all our dreams!
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Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 12:42 AM UTC
The Death and Rebirth of a Dream
He's off to spend every night and day Watching his dreams slowly fade away Into the void of endless abyss, The blackened skies of a hazy mist. He longingly recalls his desires, Cast asunder in their pyre. The world decreed that he'll never need Such useless whims in his foul mire! "What good could you ever try to prove? You were made to fail, and born to lose! You think you only need be clever To saunter your way through this grand ruse?" Although they tried, he stands undeterred From their efforts to make him unnerved. He calmly waits for his opportune Break into eminence, coming soon! Though he witnessed his dream's demise, He knew quite well it spelled not the end. He felt confident when he surmised That on his dreams, he could depend! He knew the death of an idea Could only beget another's birth. When one seems to fall, the next stands tall, And what ensues brings plentiful mirth! All these dreams, they shan't stop producing, It just takes an active fantasy! You can spend as much time as needed, And you're bound to think infinitely About all the possibilities You could imagine eternally! Endless bouts of fruitful pondering, All this brainwork, you'll be marvelling! Though you stifle our labors, it seems Nothing can truly **** all our dreams!
JohnA
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Zanesville, OH
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 12:42 AM UTC
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