Tired Dreams

I’m tired of dreaming.

Stars twinkle in the pool.

All my dreams run dry.

I’m the local neighbourhood fool.

I had my good times

in winter evenings cool shade.

Now all I have are memories…

even they’ve begun to fade.

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If only so much was different.

I watched the children play.

Some things would’ve worked.

So much would’ve been okay.

It’s easy to build towers

from the clouds in my mind.

But a single word

can destroy them I find.

So I’m tired of dreaming

in the softness of day.

All my dreams run dry

none are here to stay.

Oud-Berchem, Antwerpen, België

3 thoughts on “Tired Dreams”

  1. Made me recall this…“I’ve dreamed a lot. I’m tired now from dreaming but not tired of dreaming. No one tires of dreaming, because to dream is to forget, and forgetting does not weigh on us, it is a dreamless sleep throughout which we remain awake. In dreams I have achieved everything.”
    Fernando Pessoa – The Book of Disquiet

  2. Hi. x Made me think of this…know it? “I’ve dreamed a lot. I’m tired now from dreaming but not tired of dreaming. No one tires of dreaming, because to dream is to forget, and forgetting does not weigh on us, it is a dreamless sleep throughout which we remain awake. In dreams I have achieved everything.”
    Fernando Pessoa – The Book of Disquiet

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