Hypnotic Ekixer
HYPNOTICN ELIXIR
Sometime ago when you were bold
you dreamed your dream of earthly fare
expecting your life would unfold
and show you what was waiting there
anticipating what's unreal
as part of life's endearing deal.
Have you not guessed all life's the dream
from softer sleep than we should know?
Nothing is quite as it might seem
as it's observed from here below,
and all our plans that go amiss
fail in the light of failings bliss.
it's better lost--our hearts desire,
than be the slave to life or love
hipnotic in its burning fire
though not the dream we're dreaming of;
we have to take this costly pause
and so we lose what never was.
What's left is love that goes unkissed,
as we dream on, and search in vain
for something that we might have missed
to add to years, and all our pain.
A pill for death, that keeps us deep
into the dream of life we sleep.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa
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