If by day
I am sane
then I cry
how profane.
I’m a dull,
starved and
unexceptional
sort of man.
I seek nights
where my mind
wanders away
and you it finds.
You are smiling
at the way I talk.
If I would stutter
you’d shrug it off.
I’d be perfect
if not for the day.
Where reality
is in my face.
Can I be
not but dreams?
Life’s taught
that’s true to be.
Conquer I will,
not sitting still,
life’s little game,
just for thrills.
Niceties will be
followed to a T.
Manners followed
as they should be.
Long for night
does my heart.
That is where
dreaming starts.
Serve I might
just to be
exceptional in
just a dream.
I make sense
and I appear
to be sound
by what I hear.
So the fight
I will fight.
If not by day
then by night.
Where I am
master and chief.
Aware and
full of my belief.
That what I
choose to see
is what’s real,
not a dream.
Human I am
privy to love
that allows me
to rise above.
Strikingly sanguine sentiment, sir. Very well done!
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Thank you for those kind words Lee.
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