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Why We Dream What We Dream
This anything,
I think its like me.
Too much goes like the wind
in her strange metaphors.
Soft wind, raging wind, silent breeze,
and silence louder still,
saying she's being discreet.
(we use it all the time,
and with reasons)
That IF
you manage with hard determination to capture it,
to contain it,
and IF you succeed,
then nothing is done for the thoughts.
It never stops,
or it leaves traces
to follow from the point where it started,
to wherever that leads.
We,
just this way
(employing our natural graces)
chase dreams.
We can do nothing else
but resign ourselves to the dream already in place
by something else.
(or trade them
for what we can)
Our own greatest passion
often the whore of us.
So it is.
Love, loss, or compromise.
If it's not,
then it's something else.
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