(126) June 29, 2010: Farewell, Sweet Dream

FAREWELL, SWEET DREAM

No matter what I tell myself to do,
With arguments fine-tuned to best persuade,
I still can’t seem to drop the other shoe.

I’m always premature or overdue;
The time is never right for a crusade,
No matter what I tell myself to do.

The stage is set but the actors are too few,
And though the lights go up and the band is played,
I still can’t seem to drop the other shoe.

My practiced speech is ready for debut,
And yet I wait immobile and afraid,
No matter what I tell myself to do.

Conceiving and believing? Yes I do!
And even when I trash the masquerade,
I still can’t seem to drop the other shoe.

And now, relieved, I bid my dream adieu.
The truth I’ve known, my heart’s at last conveyed:
No matter what I tell myself to do,
I still won't ever drop the other shoe.

D. Edgar Lamp

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