Dreaming Poem by Clyde King

When you stop dreaming
You might as well die.

When you give up on your hopes
And you don't even try,

Your whole life is a waste!
It's nothing but a lie.

If you only exist
You're taking up space.

Get the hell out
Of the human race!

Or try renting out
The space behind your face.

When you stop dreaming
You might as well die.

Your whole life is a waste
Because you didn't try!

So, go ‘head on
And let your ass fly!

Oct.2020