There was once a fool,
So dumb he seemed,
He could not balance on the stool,
Because he'd be whisked away to another dream.
A dream that was endless,
A dream that held hope,
Though he must confess,
It focused on a rope.
He dare never touch one,
But in his dream,
He was free to hold a gun,
Or fall in any stream.
He was one foolish man,
He could not move from bed,
But how much can,
The man ignore what is said?
So there he lays,
Alone in a field of thoughts,
And through the passing days,
He hopes she is not lost..
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A Book of Poems
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