How dreadful to be a dreamer.
To waste all my hours away
Yearning for, clinging to that thing
Which runs faster away every day.
.
To see beaches of sand where lie grains,
To see heaven where rests only sky,
To jump and dive deep into ocean
To find only a puddle resides.
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Not ambition, but average life
Is the fear we hold high above all.
Expecting to rise as a Giant,
As an ant I’ve a much smaller fall.
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In mediocrity you’ll find us,
Blurs of nobody’s, aching for more,
Searching for, fleeing toward that thing
Which refuses to unlock the door.
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How dreadful to be a dreamer,
To greet utopia face to face
As she pushes me back to the abyss
Of a normal life, day after day.
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Midnight
60 seconds… 59 seconds… Time was slipping through his fingers, though he clawed at the falling grains of sand, he could not stop the hourglass from flowing. Around him, the silence was deafening. He had taken over every screen in the command centre, putting the terrible seconds before the terrified eyes of his friends and comrades.
By Alexander McEvoy4 days ago in Fiction
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