Or maybe I dreamt that I slept.
Is life such a chore
That even guiltless pleasures are hampered by innocuous thoughts?
After all, isn’t that what dreams are,
Innocent thoughts that we remember or wished were true,
Like the love that got away.
Or the one that didn’t.
But then again
Either could be a nightmare.
It can be anything,
As long as I don’t wake up,
Then one day I awoke from my sleep
Just like that,
I’m the guy I laughed at forty years ago.
The one who dawdled and wasted
His hackneyed life.
Don’t let it be you.
Patrick Cottington, Readers Bureau, Contributor
Edited by Jesus Chan
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