A Dreaming Man’s Perception


It’s as simple as a dew drop.
But complex in all it does.
It’s seemingly sporadic.
But nothing close to love.
And yet I’d rather have it.
Something I can’t afford.
To imagine myself as royalty.
Yet poor all in one accord.
To dream of someone’s majesty.
And serve myself their food.
Perhaps my life’s a fantasy.
As when I wake, it is still cruel.
So be content with my surroundings.
Or change what I can in a day.
But no matter how much I own.
One’s pain to another is still the same.

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