There are so many ways to while away the hours,
to waste your time on all life's long-lost reveries:
the daftest schemes, those boyhood dreams of ours
which we assembled in the workshop of buffooneries
devoid of limits and dismissive of the real-world powers
described as fact and practicality, mundane realities
that then conspired to hold us back or tie us down,
that tried to teach us lives with no, with not for you
nor for the likes of you upon whom fortune's frown
descends to doubt and damn all that you tried to do
because you hoped, because you dreamed, because
you never learned to settle-down, accepting less
but fought off old ideas of what the right life was
to chase may be and all you might, one day, possess.
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