I should stop my day-dreaming

I intended to grow rich

Richer than James Bond!

I fantasized about all, I was ever fond

My wish list- I prepared was dude hell long

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I saw a march, people were with a torch

Words loud, shoulders tight, and deep-set eyes

And I was their King, I ruled over their heads

My dream broke when I opened my eyes losing my flying porche

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I again slept, continued the dream from a lost

This time I met an old wise man, told him about it all

He said, 'You can't see me 'cause I am a delusion'

I'm of no advice but I'll deceive you at any cost

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I woke up again, This time I'll ask that creep!

I slid through my covers and had another sleep

I searched for that man, I searched too well

I found a rusty letter, that said something deep

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It said, " I am delusional, I can make you see the star

You'll see all good and wealth with me -long as you go far!"

I thought to myself, " What was he talking about?"

I got it when I read the end that said, "Just a fool you are!"

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That man was a deceiver and he referred to my dream

He pointed out that I was every day just into that beam

He advised me that I should stop my day-dreaming

Because sun could burn away, all that I'd ever seen

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Author's note:

I think day-dreaming always causes us to lose that ounce of milk in our jar.

_posted another draft (I didn't intend to, but someone wise said: post everything you ever wrote. Hence, I did)