The Longest Daydream

in #poetry7 years ago

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Suddenly
those random thoughts mean something
Now
more than ever
I need my dreams to survive.

I knew it was going to end.
But I held on as long as I could.
Probably longer than I should
have

As I woke up.

Tomorrow is far away
when you're thinking about yesterday
and exist today
as if life's a burden.

The past makes every day
the longest day
as each adds.

Dwelling in yesterday
makes tomorrow weep
because it's empty
and has nothing planned.

and now
more than ever
I need my dreams to survive.