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