When she asked me.
When will this all be over,
and the "good life" finally begin.
When will today become your coveted happily ever after.
When will this, be your heralded happy place,
of infinite joy and possibility.
When will I be a queen, fit for your affection
(and) a muse, worthy of your prose.
When will the here and the now,
satisfy your desire for everything that is more.
When will you stop dreaming and searching
for all that you already have
1 comment:
Why does your good life require one’s mind to stop the act of dreaming?
While I agree with Wilde, in saying that pleasure keeps one young,
or more accurate a passion for it keeps one youthful,
I would expand this argument by inserting that
A young and pleasurable life is only the outline of pure bliss,
Dreaming colors in your outline with possibility, ecstasy, and chance.
Some can live without these things. They are fragile indeed.
Others simply can’t.
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