Life is a dream,
A slow-motion
Syrupy nightmare
In which I can't think,
Can do nothing at all
But sit there and stare
And trudge through the day.
I see, but don't notice,
Hear, but don't grasp.
Why try to get through
To someone not there?
Someone once said
To feel all your joy,
You must feel your pain.
Well, I feel all the pain,
But where is the joy?
Nothing at all but
Grief in a dream,
A slow-motion
Syrupy nightmare,
In which I can't think
And know only grief.
Spring '99
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