A magnificent dreamer
Am I making a virtue of idleness
Satisfied with creature comforts
Wheres the woman I long for?
Where are the adventures with my friends
I once knew?
Why did things go quiet these past few years
Why did so much have to disappear
So much so, I thought I was to go
Give me the strength to change
Living in a museum of memories
Give me the strength to hope in today
Have I become cynical and overly
Hard on myself?
A routine that deadens consciousness.
Comments about this poem (dreamer by Zhi Bai Peng )
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