Twenty-Four Lines of Poetic Nonsense

Here I must give adeu

As one last kiss I give to you

Because death takes no few

From this world we perceive

Or we come to believe

Is the real world we know.

Or is it?

How could we, in our wildest dreams,

Create such a world as vast as it seems

In this mind of ours,

Or what would it matter if we dream or wake?

I sit on the beach,

Grasping the sand.
I hate the beach,

Yet I lie in the sand

And grab all I can

Frantically, violently clawing the sand,

Begging for sand, praying for sand.

But time waits for no man,

So don’t leave your house to go to the beach

Trying to mourn your precious sand.

Stay home with your loved ones,

Grasp them instead.

This is not nonsense, this is stupidity. Or is it a bad dream?