Just a Dream

people see what

they want to see,

they come,

they go,

they give,

they take,

they live,

they die;

nothing more,

nothing less;

the hunger never rests,

never dies,

it gnaws away,

careening down the tracks

like a run-away train,

out of control,

waiting for the crash;

‘it’s not real,

it never is;’

it never ends,

this game of fools,

it shifts,

it moans,

it rises,

it falls,

it never ends;

‘it will pass,

like all the rest;’

lying here,

she deserves better,

but there is nothing

more to give,

nothing left to take,

this is all there is,

once there were words,

but now, even they

fade into the darkness

of the approaching storm;

‘just a dream,

just a dream,

it will pass,

like all the rest.’

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