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Day Dreamer
Day dreamer in the land of letdown,
leading a life and destined to die.
Cry for the night when the flock flies
to savor the sight of an empty bee hive.
Setting a stage with passion and pride.
Building the brain to live the lie.
Honest tests to check the change
of weary work done begging and blind.
Salty sweat which eases to eyes
stings as it brings the blurry to bright.
With wide open eyes I see inside
the mysterious mistress I dream of at night.
My spun self tangled, then let loose,
carefully crawling: the busiest of brutes.
A self test to assess a life lent weary
to a deadened dreamer in my minds eye.
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