Courage to Dream

Walls are not porous and the ceiling bears the weight of frantic paces

The study seems lethargic and the books give off a smell that burns the nose

Old charm once, have now become too rancid from being consulted obsessively

Choosing a corner is not a reprieve from the blank stares of the harangued walls

Once when they were fresh and anticipated some vibrant conversations

But life turns foul and even the minds become moldy, dreams often become sour

Pale dreams are being sold and the ambience is embellished with morbid colours

There’s no point in drowning the sorrows in ale and preserving them longer

Time to conjure some strength and call upon the universe’s guardian

Inclement weather has been harsh to love and have not yet romanced the soul


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