Last night, this morning,
the dream,
it made you excited,
it gave you hope and sustenance,
it made you smile.
And now, after a day full of wakefulness,
other people, dross,
you feel drained,
yes, ready to sleep
but, hurting,
too tired to dream.
Afraid, indeed, to dream:
knowing that tomorrow
reality will slap your face once more,
reminding,
a dream,
it seems,
is the best you can hope for.
©SvetkaSamizdat
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