If you plan a dream,
And conjure its occurrence,
It can't then be likened to
A dream.
If you dream a dream,
And wake up from it,
It can be likened to
An old cliché.
My habits do not die
When I wake up.
I'm a jester,
Who fools life into
Turning my craft
-Dream making-
Into reality.
But aren't I fooling myself?
For what's a moment worth
That's so perfect, like it were
From a book,
If it were out together like a
Puzzle.
I'm puzzled.
Life'll follow through,
Do I dare let it?
Do I dream a dreamy dream?
Do I,
Stop.
Toss aside my jingly hat,
The night deserves a break.
YOU ARE READING
Anthology
PoetryA collection of oddities, from the the whirlpool if weird wishes that wash over my mind. My thoughts surely do like to wander, and freely wonder about things. Join me.
