Our toiled pipe dream: Serenity!
We struggle our entire lives
striving for those few moments;
the moment we’re in the car
and our favorite song plays;
the moment we fall in love;
the moment we achieve something
that no one else has.
But what if those few moments
were everyday life for us?
We’d awaken after night’s rest
with nothing to excite us.
Why would we need to live?
We’re slaves to serenity;
But we don’t realize that
serenity equals boredom!
But conflict equals excitement!
It’s our provider of stories,
our provider of socialization,
and our provider of life!
Conflict makes those moments
that we strive for so amazing.
Our real pipe dream: Conflict!
Without it, there are no dreams!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very true. Can't think of one story that works without the 'c' word.