what good is man asleep
he struggles to create in dreams
what he will never have
He falls through shadows
Only to awake in shrieking nightmares
Rekindles old love and foolish illusions
Lives as different people, a stranger to himself
His desire unchained while traversing stars
A snoring man struggles to renew ailing health
One hand out-stretched to catch coins of gold
The other gripping happiness at the end
of a piled high silver desert spoon
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