Too old now. For dreams to be alive.

From heart,
to face.
Stuck in an embrace.
Catching,
a last taste.

I see,
no end.
To what we complain.
Making
all bend.

Wake up.
See me.
Try to make daydreams.
Out of,
sweet things.
Go out to find a plan.
Make me a better man.

And you say,
this isn't the right place.
And we're too old right now.
For dreams to be alive.

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