besacremento
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The dreamer
The purpose of life ever-changing,
“To be or not to be”- not decided,
The light of day superbly blazing,
The cool of the night tantalizing.
“Who am I?” we asks,
“The meaning of life?”,
The merits of pain,
Or the pleasures of vice.
One day the paint is light,
And then light paint,
The future a fright,
Tomorrow fright only a bane.
A new venture comes to focus,
The last one is soon dealt,
Until nothing remains,
Except the dreams once had,
And the pains once felt.
The purpose of life ever-changing,
“To be or not to be”- not decided,
The light of day superbly blazing,
The cool of the night tantalizing.
“Who am I?” we asks,
“The meaning of life?”,
The merits of pain,
Or the pleasures of vice.
One day the paint is light,
And then light paint,
The future a fright,
Tomorrow fright only a bane.
A new venture comes to focus,
The last one is soon dealt,
Until nothing remains,
Except the dreams once had,
And the pains once felt.