Pursue My Dreams? They Pursue Me.
I wake up mornings pleased to have stopped dreaming. All my dreams
Are bad: there's something that I haven't done, I'm due to leave,
But I'm not ready. Bears and even giant ants have chased me. I've
Plunged off of cliffs. The predawn light has little promise, but I know
What I've to do, and where and when I should be going. Life awake
Is dull. My every moment is quotidian, but I'd much rather live
That way than realize my dreams.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck

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Written on 2025-07-10 at 21:17




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