Late in the night,
I met myself
But it was just a dream.
And he looked better
than I did,
though it was just a dream.
He said, “A fool will
fold his hands,
a wise man takes a piece.
But you took double,
and the trouble,
Now you lost your peace.”
The sun has really
worn me down,
It stole my sweet caress.
You know how much
it hurts me so,
Down here, I’m powerless.
Late in the night,
I lost myself
Though just a dream, it was.
He asked, Why do
I chase the wind?
The me, who never was.
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