IsiswithOsiris
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- Jan 6, 2009
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I have not written for a long time. Please feel free to criticize this poem without care for my feelings:-
Alone in oblivion
Lost in my sleep
My mind safe from people
Wrapped in festoons of cotton wool
Cozy black cotton wool
Dreaming sweetly of pleasant things
That reality could never equal
In this world that is my own
This world of peace and joy
This dream that is my existence
My purpose for this life
In this world that I have made
This world that is my own
There is naught but cordial tranquility
Because I left out the people
Of reality
Alone in oblivion
Lost in my sleep
My mind safe from people
Wrapped in festoons of cotton wool
Cozy black cotton wool
Dreaming sweetly of pleasant things
That reality could never equal
In this world that is my own
This world of peace and joy
This dream that is my existence
My purpose for this life
In this world that I have made
This world that is my own
There is naught but cordial tranquility
Because I left out the people
Of reality