Treasure Island

Sandra Feldman


Dreams


Dreams are but Illusions,
Things that cannot be,
Like the foam they vanish,
Magically, at Sea

Things that cannot be,
Things that cannot be,
Why do we still want them?
Why do you ask me?
I don't have the answer,
No one is a World,
All I know is sometimes,
Life is so absurd.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 03, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, October 03, 2012

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