The old man stood along side the river. I have wrongly asked that others live my dreams for me, he thought. They could not. And now I have no dreams left.
If there's one thing I have said,
is that the dreams I once had, now lay in bed.
As the four winds blow, my wits through the door,
it's been the worst day since yesterday
2 comments:
Now you're just sounding like mom.
Hey! I want to live my own dreams! I still have none left....
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