Thin Humanity: A Poem

©Arwen LeQuieu

I see my thin humanity
falling through my fingertips
like so much sand
when I dream with my eyes open
life becomes more unbearable
every time I drift away
the dreams are beautiful
tempting me to stay
in the land of fortune and fame
no sandman to lure me
I want to escape my poverty
to get everything I want
without the pain of patience.

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