Anew

What are you doing to yourself?

A few months passed since

The last monument fell,

Why are you rising a new one once again?

Is that a new book on the shelf?

A picture of desire pleases you,

A lame sleepy passenger of life.

You crossed the fine line

Between reality and fiction,

Ignoring your own condition

Of a forgetful dreamer.

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