cannot be truly fulfilled.

Nor can it be truly changed.

 

In the hush of the night，

People reach out their hands and

Lashing at the air.

Struggling uselessly in the quagmire.

 

Fantasizing to shake that future.

 

They are the kings of fantasy.

Whether past or future.

 

All in vain.

 

So.

Stop fantasizing.

Until the pure white frame is splashed with gray rules and the world has darkness.

 

Until night falls.

Daylight is more precious.

                                                                              — 3:19 A.M. NYC

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