No More Dreams

I should think I do not need to dream anymore For all my boyish dreaming has borne nothing, I cannot carry out my motivating visions, so I should quit having those fruitless hallucinations. Once I dreamed that I would be a barrister Someday after my troubled academic progress, But I’m aging and still fighting flaws of character That prevent my being anyone of note in this life. Maybe I should live each godsend day as it comes And peacefully forsake the folly of dreams that pay little, To live like one without any definite dreams or terms Till perhaps I get chocked by some delicious stuff someday. I strictly will not dream of being anything in future For I simply want to do cheap things that make me happy, I forever want to be young and I just do not want to mature, So that I can savor the thrills that entertain a juvenile heart. Let the luckier breed continue to dream of a big brighter future, I’ll only write sad poems and savor every passing moment’s pleasure.