March 15, 1994

280. Thoughts At The Pub...Untrue; A Child's Dream

I Need A Drink--

Tossing ideas 'round my head...

Deadlines!  Deadlines!  Deadlines!

Always so busy, Yet always-


                           Doing nothing at all...

Is this all there is?

These pointless, meaningless words-

                           Nothing more?

Funny, all the Dreamers told me

   When I was such a child,

          That there would be more--

                           So much more than this.

T'would be a lie to say this was nothing,

   Yet, all of these somethings...

          Add up to nothing...

                           Just like these words.

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