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Wake Up, Little Boy, Come and Play

Men of dreams don't
Take their life easy
Though it may often
Seem that they do.

They may dance and sing
Raucous in drunken crowds;
Or stay in the corner
Muttering loose chants of loss.

They may always talk of cost,
But never action,
As the world falls around them,
As they reach for the sky.

They may die in the world,
Still walking,
With one step for love,
With one step for waiting...

But they may not
Escape their thoughts,
And the insulting noise
Of nothing...

Out there, growling...
While they wish they were
Sleeping.

-Gray Squirrel