In the earlier Ode, it said Dreams are for losers,
But they are also for people with abusers.
My dream in life is to find love,
But it's starting to diminish like an elderly foxglove.
Most of the time, I waste laughing at people
People with lives, not really hoping to squash them like a beetle
Speaking of Beatles, did they ever fall in love?
Or was it something they felt unworthy of?
Maybe they were like Odysseus
Whose love fell cruelly hideous.
