Saturday, August 21, 2004
The Howling Dreams
Dreams howl in my head.
And I don't know if they are dreams
The same problem old Plato had.
But reality has become rather more harsh.
How about sleeping and
Never ever waking up again.
The bones crumble and powder away.
And the worms eat away the rest of you.
And the red giant will not have the pleasure of frying your ass.
That is one consolation.