Am Running Out of Dreams:

Time is ticking Darkness and doubts doubling Ankles aching for fulfillment Hyperbolic goals hanging in the air As the midnight candles mellow into dawn Murmuring of the dusk whispering at the moonlit Dragging, and dawning, drowning in the drain of procrastinations As dusk drag the deep-lazy beast into snoring Imagery of herself stood before her, saying, I shall ascended mountains and mount into wings of the moon Building my dreams in the temple of Jupiter’ Dine with debt and romance with rut’ An illusory pursuit standing taller than Babel Now, she is forty-something, with her pipe-dream Still crawling... Reality sets in at fifty-something... As tears descended from the region of her balls, saying; Am running out of dreams, dear Lord, Help me…. awoh awoh