Walking on the path
Walking on the path,
Of my impending,
Death.
Each time I go to
Sleep,
My dreams seem to
Be more exciting
Then my present
Life.
I rather spend
The rest of this
Life living
In my dreams.
Filed under Session XVIII
Filed under Session XVIII
The first set of words doesn’t seem to match up with the rest. Otherwise a little more expansion on the idea would be good to fill out the poem.