Poking a Hole Into These Cynical Hearts
What kind of horrible thoughts
run through fogged brains
when they lay down to sleep
and instead of sleeping, they begin to weep?
What kind of humble thoughts
and serene feelings shunning worries
enter the peaceful mind of a meek
when he prays and suddenly falls asleep?
What kind of glorious dreams
does one perceive when an image appears?
Would he stick to the imagination and continue to dream?
Would he suddenly awake in sweat and emit a loud scream?
What kind of exhilarating emotions
make us delusional when joy strikes us
assuming we're invulnerable to sorrows and frights
that will follow tragic events poking a hole into these cynical hearts?
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