Pipe Dream
I once dream of---
A beautiful princess and her knight
Wandering in their fortress,
Where both worship agape
With hearts only chained for each other
I've been wondering
Truly, if there's a karmic string
Tied on our index fingers
With our fiery hearts
Tightly fastened together
Yet I was waken up
By an apathetic you,
Who will never be devoted
With this princess in her own dream
And a wicked slave in reality
The empty bucket upon me was
Bestowed, has been filled with
Forlorn tears--- dedicated to you;
Afterwards, I began asking myself
When would my pitiful heart rest?
Then I was told:
STOP DREAMING. WAKE UP. MOVE ON
YOU ARE READING
Hüzün (Poetry)
PoetryHüzün (n.) -a melancholy resulting from inadequacy or failure and weighting so heavily that it becomes a communal, resigned, and even curiously poetic.
