after the novel
After the novel
The elderly gent next door drinks a few beers
before going to bed, to fall asleep quickly and
avoid unwanted dreams
We can say his dreams are a myriad of chaos
of thoughts ducking up like mushrooms
after rain
A rhapsody of life lived, a colored tapestry
lightening up the dreamless, who, in utter
despair, no, no, this can't be true
You are mixing up your life with books you
have read and made the content a part of the
truth, to give you strength to meet the day
and not fall into apathy playing poker with life
slowly, the morning came, and night had been
hectic, love stories and romance, nothing
for it, books have helped ruin his life
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