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
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
Thank you, very true too!
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