Row Row Row
"Life is but a dream"
I wish.
If I could dream of anything,
Screams of terror would be bliss.
Life's what keeps me up at night,
Life is but a bore.
Life's the stream the boat rows down
And life is nothing more.
Only, on this boat
Ive gotten tired of the rowing
Life feels like an old best friend
But not a friend worth knowing.
This poem is about:
Me
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